WOLF POEM

They Come Tumbling

All These Words

Photo by Glen Carrie on Unsplash

I am sentient sky
a fly, a wink
a mustard pie
as words come
tumbling out

I am a flesh and blood
point of view
alive and mobile
just like you
as words come
tumbling out

I am an up-and-coming
Marionette
A Fee-Fo-Fum
I might regret
as words come
tumbling out

And as they tumble
out and out
They have no clue
what they’re about
They just come
tumbling out

© Wolfstuff

Ulf Wolf