If I could give a voice
to the words scribbled
down deep in my flesh,
coursing through my
bloodstream romances
and lodged in the back
of my vise throat,
with lungs slowly
s u f f o c a t i n g
from lack of spoken word--
I believe I could
churn the hearts of
love sick coffee shop attendees.
anger every government official,
and cause a riot in the white house--
as I place a pen in the hand
of every child with poetry lurking
behind innocent eyes.