I can't get the words out of my head.

I never liked words very much
This you must understand. 
I never thought in words
And I still do not. 

They just come
Already refined granulated upper class adjectified.

They are not thought; no,
They just come. 

When I don't bid
Or when I do. 
I can't control them. 

They are a viscous force of their own meticulous will
Each letter carved painstakingly unto another
Layer upon layer like sheets of pastry
They grow ever faster larger all consuming
Hearts racing minds twirling hands shaking

This is the high the words get from me.