While you were talking,
i found my voice.
i am not sure you will like it...

i have set my mind in motion,
flowing a river of thought,
pouring  m
                   y
                     h
                       e
                        a
                         r
                          t     over the falls
    for you.

(sigh)

Are you listening?

Do i need to break it down for you,
so you can get out of the box?

The.  Cow.  Goes.  "Moo."

That's onomatopoeia.

MOOTHERFUCKER.
(.) period.

Can you dig it?
Do you need a shovel?

Where are you going?
i am not done yet...
i need you to remember me,
like gnashing teeth on
a mouthful of tinfoil.
i need you to pick me up
by my handle and shuttle
me there and back again.
Wherever, whenever, however, whoever...
**whatever.