Drizzled Inn
Pop in. Catch a story. Or go for glory. Telling one too. Ain’t no fiction our imagination won’t entertain but a few.
Strike a nerve? Miss ones cue? When it’s drowned out by laughter. Here’s me looking absurd to you.
Or my words can’t escape me. Drowning there under my tongue, coughing them up, and a lung at the urge to speak. On the verge of an acrid venting. Only deep breaths helped preventing.
Either way overcome my wishes I fail to mention. Once again its stolen the breath meant to herald my intentions.
The tension makes ones brain ache. And the shakes are sure to awaken in you. Trying to hasten won’t do. Outpacing any good taste. Face turning a colorless ghostly white paste. Any poise replaced by the shame and sweat in which you’ll baste.
Held in restraint by angst, shackled by anxiety. Envious of. Not angered by. Free spirits. I hear their banter an seek out an earful. Anchoring in a shady place. Ear hustling for hope. Ones own thoughts might be replaced. Waiting on the conversation to be served up on a plate. All the while shrinking further and further away from that very fate.
Tearful I peer out at the limelight recognizing its invite. And I’m again speared by the fear. I’ve yet to steer clear of. Not until my hands leave the wheel is the shuddering subdued. Microphone check! One two! Screw who?
I make note of that clue. Closing my eyes. Miyagi style. To think on it a few. Look mom! No hands. Driving blind behind the wheel. Askew! I guess muscle memory will do.
The words you know. Rehearsed perversely? If in truth this should show. Once my mouthful gets out there. I’m yours to know. You know? Call me on my bullshit. If only I could have said more of it myself who knows? Ponied up over piped down. Put up instead of shut up. From my very own pursed lips.
No I sneeze uncontrollably. Some phobia consoling my thoughts I presume. As terribly tepid quips. Stripped down just lukewarm droplets from a drip. Are rife amiss amongst a forceful mist. It would have pleased anyone’s moist lips to miss.