BLAST

BLAST

headshrink me and
stitch my mouth up tight with sturdy twine

lest I whine
make a sonic spectacle of myself

emit a series of dreadful
garbled inarticulate noises
like an animal in pain
or some one
who should know better
proferring a
crude imitation of

someone
with Tourette’s

stitch me up tight
so all the bad words
being blocked
fail
   to jump out of me
strut and
shout
    parade about

go total carnival
dance their worst dance

degenerate into the realm
of lewd, graceless
profanities

exquisitely decadent vignettes
and everything, for all
that we
     declare as disgraceful,
distasteful

nevertheless cannot argue it
is anything less than a blast

(the minds of our greatest fear
clean clipped as
       tidy gardens their

fingers
    on the button awaiting
code command)