Words spill from my mouth
the way dragon scales fall
from rooftops in hurricanes, 
the wind whipping up cyclones
and ripping apart homes.
But enough is enough.
Even the sun must shine
when the clouds part.
It cannot help itself
but to warm the earth.
My tears belong to alligators
and all my moaning
sung by song birds
who carry them into the forest
and drop them like so many seeds.