My Habit: Counting Syllables Poem by jackilton peachum

My Habit: COUNTING SYLLABLES
(Arithmania)

Sometimes the words splash out of me
in a torrent-- near-drowning my thoughts,
to leave me struggling for air!
Other times they curl up behind my eyebrows,
and won't be seen or heard again!
They are the genii of my soul, riotous,
opening vistas real and imaginary
- busier than an ant-hill on a warm day--!
See-- look—I have room for them here on my fingers!