Deep down in my throat
is a World of Wonders
lost to my Grasp
reveals itself with an Itch
Sets off
a series of Pictures
moving too Fast
I choke
as they Hurtle
Past my larynx,
desperately
I try separating them,
to no avail,
they speed up
I cough
Missing the message
meaning, colors
The Story
instead I Hack away
until saliva, my lubricant
Rescues me
or, if I’ve been alert enough
the water I sip
at regular intervals
Douses the ignited spark
lodged alternately
right or left
of a vocal cord
drowning the Story
altogether