I have so many words in me Jumbled, tumbling, leaping over one another Bursting from my chaotic thoughts like anxious beasts I try to hold them back; cage them in Loud, angry retorts devour soft, loving pleas Burning, passionate rememberings, mating, produce new lines I stand in my mind with whip and chair, but in vain Out they rush Noah's Ark liberated And once again I talk too much.