Simplicity (comp entry)

"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” — Jack Kerouac

Dry mouth and a croaking whisper
Follow after my grandiose theatrics
That, in the heat of the moment,
I supposed would burn right through
Crossing this divide between me and you.

The drain caught me choking,
Gagging on bad choices and hasty words;
This affair has me spinning madly.
I flip blindly through these pages,
Perusing exquisite expressions throughout the ages.

A written rehearsal littered with scribbles:
Endless erasing, cursing, ripping, burning,
Crying, and holding my sore head.
Anxious hands clench in unbrushed tresses,
The dam breaking fast as my heart undresses.

Hold me close
When my blubbering nonsense speaks.