The words escape me.

They tumble around on the floor,

fly across the ceiling,

wave from outside the window.

The words are being obstinate.

Scary.

A bit too quippy.

I try to grab them

as they taunt me, laughing.

Damn how they allude me,

scorn me,

accentuate me,

elongate me.

Endlessly pulling away.

I have to trap them,

entice them,

lure them with sweet whispers.

Sometimes one will land.

I cannot move, I let it stay,

until others join it.

But if I move the wrong way

they fly off,

or tumble around the floor.

And I am wordless once again.