Our brains are so smart
But sometimes not smart enough
To stop the verbal vomit
That ran across our minds
And escaped over our tongues
Bitter to taste
They linger
And the air becomes thick with them
Pollution of the elusive kind
Because it may not just be our words
That made a break from the back of our throats
But others’ words have become stagnant in the air
And silence is longed for
But no amount of it
Can take back, repair, mend what was broken by our words
Silence cherished, after the fact
And the lava still boils
In the souls of the receiver
And the words which erupted
From the volcano of our mouths
Spill out into the already intense atmospheric pressure
And all any of us would like to do
Is retrieve them, eat them.
* I originally wrote this on 9-24-2014