Water-logged

almost 2 weeks since i choked up my last poem
sodden with nostalgia too-soon and
imagery of drowning roses i

now feel water-logged
the space between my ears sloshing sullenly
like a half-drunk milk gallon
an overwhelming cacophony of

unsorted ambiguity
a foaming mass of pretentious wordiness and
no place else to put it.

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