My belligerent belly
boils and bubbles
burbling up bile
like a bullfrog coughing up a blowfly,
a cacophonous melange
of filth and phlegm.

But holy hell y’all,
not even a rollicking romp
through teeming fields
of vocabulary can vanquish
these stones, imagined or otherwise,
which have burrowed their way

into my bowels, my bones,
my blank space,
which is crucial for the production
of properly formed word dumps,
much less sanity.