Words,
they plague me

Sometimes
they land as bricks
or quiver like rippling flags
then scatter
moving in space
like leaves in the air
randomly landing on
the tip of my pen
where they may be unlocked
when applying some pressure
to identify them

Sometimes they are name tags
attached to fragrances
turning my head
asking my consciousness
to surmise
a scent
an object
a dislocation
a shift
a shove
a slant
that makes
one notice
what has set off a time bomb
in your head
until a word
grandly presents itselt
or rolls out of
a gum ball machine
a colorful promise
of something
to chew on