I want to write
but the words don't come out,
they seem to get stuck
no matter which way my tongue turns,
left or right.

You see,
I have these stories I want to tell,
stories of great loves and great heroes,
most of them reside in my head.
But the words,
they just don't want to come out.

I'd like to think they're celebrating thanksgiving
inside my little head,
talking with their family
about world politics and the news,
and then Dissonance and Rhyming got into a fight
while Adjective and Noun announced their engagement,
Diction snorted at this moment
and got slapped instantly by Syntax,
no need to be like Hypocrite
(she was a black sheep, it was rumoured).
Whisper ate all the pudding
and didn't leave any for Metaphor,
but he made up for it by igniting the fire,
"like a dewfall", said Simile,
and everyone smiled and put her back
in her crib.
"Past her bedtime," they said.

This is what I imagine when
the words are stuck
and biblical stories get lost among
firing neurons
in my head.