Talking Out Of His Face

He liked words.

He liked the way they felt coming out of his face.

It was like sponging bits of debris and crud

Off his mind and and seeing how fast

he could shoot them out his pie hole

Or spew them onto a blank page.

He gave no shit if anyone heard or read his rants.

He felt cleansed, like he was rolling out of a

Simonize car wash sparkling in the

Saturday morning sunshine.

Derek Earl Houghton