Over crowded tables
From mouth to ear,
After the curl and
Before the falling back
It comes,
A perfect 180,
Punch line behind setup, 
No light between.
 
What we know is that it’s
Left-brain,
Not pictorial exactly,
A smashing together of
Thoughts like rocks
Shattered, dialect-specific,
On emotion’s road;
 
Three-word letters,
Four letter words,
Root words, words
Ruthless as they come
Laser-bright
From the heart.