There’s a stammer,
Stuck like a stick in the spokes of my speech,
Separating all the Syllables
As though they were carriages hinged on
Ferris Wheel Sentences,
Spinning round and round,
Spoken from a snake-like tongue-
Tied. Words held down
Wanting to be let free.
A ghostly voice haunting
The stuttering static wind.
There’s a stammer
A key, to set words free.
Although annoyance it may make,
Things often have more meaning the longer they take.