vocal gymnastics en route cavity
cast through the wired cabin of epiglottis
openin' as moons do
fowl-hearted, indoctrinated, dis-com-bo-bu-lated
and earthly bent and then tirelessly belated
with balloons like slot machines turning through 'em iris
up into the little neuron-park flashing like christmas lights
where thinking spills like sea-drool in the mind.

- Raeez Jacobs.

©RaeezJacobs. Poetry. 2013.