Matthew Foor

Rookie (9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

Crag Of My Throat - Poem by Matthew Foor

Through the crag of my throat
Cryptic blasphemies poor forth

Peeling words like a lemon,
puckering to their plastered strata

Choking on my silk fist

Will this be the year?
That tragedy tames tongues?

Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Like white bread
Words won't come out

They bounce on the tip of my tongue
Some fall back
Swinging from my vocal cords

When I was younger
Words were sharper
Cutting like a knife

Push and pull
Trying to yank them out

Regurgitate some bullshit
Gotta make them count

Borough deep into my brain
Gnawing at my very soul

Let loose that noose
The noose that tightens itself

Writers block
Is just a crock

Of shit that sticks to the ribs

I break phrases loose
They begin to emerge

Showing their tattered faces
No matter how obtuse
My pen begins to move

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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