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Something that I said
It slipped out suddenly, rudely raw
Like a stone stuck in a gator’s craw
A thorn deep in the lion’s paw
Too much truth to bear
Something that I said
Spoken softly, over a big stick
A balloon popped by a pinprick
A phrase that made enemies, quick
They came from everywhere
Something that I said
A slip of the tongue, jabbing at what
I should have left in shadows of naught
Instead of netting a naïve thought
To repeat like a prize
Something that I said
A flick of the wrist, delivering a pitch
Like a baseball savant with a professional twitch
I made myself a rowdy son-of-a-bitch
Throwing heaters, hot
Something that I said
A kick in the dirt that soiled my shoe
When I really did not know what to do
I might have gone the whole day through
Without that kind of stumble
Something that I said
A buzzing bee around my ears
A debt of gratitude, in arrears
A trembling handful of feckless fears
While left out, lonely and humble
Something that I said
Barely above a whispering tone
A salutation before going home
A crackling call on the telephone
Wires twisted up in knots
Something that I said
A leap of faith over the altar, prepared
Where a priest in robes loudly declares
That the rule of law is everywhere
For those whom the master begot
Something that I said
A poet’s tale of choices made
A slice of toast with marmalade
Locks of hair in a traditional braid
Glistening in the sun
Something that I said
A curse never intended to offend
Offered without a look ‘round the bend
A curt comment I wanted to amend
Before the saying was done
Something that I said
Huffing breath like a beast in the field
Turning in a circle like a millhouse wheel
A loser laughing at his own appeal
To be forgiven, and fortified
Something that I said
The wind howling, loudly wild
With the innocence of a capricious child
Like a spider dancing over the woodpile
While splinters scatter wide
Something that I said
A voice lifted up to the clouds
Saying things not commonly allowed
I contrast to the bustling crowd
A crevice in the ledge
Something that I said
A random, selfish sense of pride
That betrays a wealth of doubt inside
A contrarian sort of downhill slide
A dissenter taking the pledge
Something that I said
A lost point I wanted to make
A slice of stale birthday cake
Kept too long in a basket by the lake
A picnic pause, unenjoyed
Something that I said
This minute ticked away with a tock
As I stumbled over building blocks
From a game that arrived in a shipping box
Sent out by mistake
Something that I said
A final salute to friends deployed
To defend the ones who were annoyed
By a camera flash from a Polaroid
Aimed to catch the scene
Something that I said
Laughing loudly at myself
And questions about artistic wealth
Gladly gaming for something else
At a table in the mezzanine
Something that I said
A cold, crisp snort of air
While rising from a folding chair
Sat on the edge of a county fair
Held too early in the season
Something that I said
The allergic sneeze of a mind infected
With philosophies sadly misdirected
Wondering about the song selected
A rhyme without a reason
Something that I said
Sure to be repeated back
Like a footstep on a stray thumbtack
An unexpected heart attack
That jolts the body from within
Something that I said
A bat swung with skillful elan
Cracker Jacks strung to the break of dawn
A voyage through empires, completely gone
Where fate surrendered its kin
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