cheap talk and vomiting ..

talking profiteth a little
  i suppose
blogging less
  behind the screen
  hiding from the internet world

...

and then ..

talk gets assaulted
words raided

what unfolds in that black hole solidifies the chat or else turns it to dust
  somewhere in the ether
    bouncing off all the other thoughts bouncing around

those words ricochet against the walls of my soul
  shattering bone
  leaving bloody holes in that oh so polished veneer

i crawl into a dark wet cold hard space
  and weep
    in wonder at me
  regretting me
nurse my wounds

wishing i was Jesus
  and not some fast-mouthed forked-tongue, talking out both sides of my face

..

words are mostly articulated think
until they're stepped-on
  tested, like a rope bridge across a rocky chasm ..
  they bear me across
    else i plunge
      broken below
      so much shattered me

..

hopefully
  i learn to backpocket judgement
  think looong
    before i vomit my thoughts into the street ..
  real people walk there

i must walk there too
  before they do

at least hose-down my mess ..


may the words i speak and the things my heart thinks-on be acceptable in Your sight