I have given many vowels

let me hyperventilate them

towards your eager resting ears,

and watch you comprehend tone.

disbelief- stoned

but not with the drink beside your bed

but a verse that screams your unsaid words

in some ink of my reflections,

they bounce back at me in your words

crawled from some enzyme spit,

I catalyse those streaming lines

to the poem that drugs, you, pretending that I can write.