My tongue’s
become
numb rubber.
Who knew
a day like
this might
come? The
world goes
on and on
without
me—and
yet I sit
right
smack
dab in it,
only I’m
struck
dumb.
No words.
And my
tongue
numb.
No spark,
no sputter.
Just unsung
birds, forgot
ten names.
The city
leaves my
mouth like
fogroll—
legroll—
whole
hog—
egg bowl—
bingo bongo—
gogo gonzo—
braino draino.
Nah. Mah. Wahdz.
