I let my tongue slip–
I think to whip
some moment into shape–
but it flips out, flop,
sloppy eel, pink as a weal
of scar, blinking
in any brightness.

It won’t re-swallow
so I tug the big lug
over my shoulder
trailing a fug
of mouldering
i really didn’t. 


Here’s 55 for Mama Zen’s prompt on With Real Toads.   The drawing, such as it is, is mine as well as poem; as always, all rights reserved. 



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13 Comments on “Misspoken”

  1. Mama Zen Says:

    Oh, this is clever! I have this same problem.

  2. brian miller Says:

    ha. once it is out…it will give life or wreak havoc…
    and we will certainly be left to pick up after it.

  3. Hey, I know you really didn’t mean it. But, don’t we all do it? Those moments when we wish we’d kept our boneless organ in check. 🙂 That’s what we call a tongue in colloquial Spanish in Cuba, “the boneless one”.

    Greetings from London.

  4. Grace Says:

    I like how words can flip out, flop, sloppy eel ~ Oh well, not-meant to be said ~ Clever K ~

  5. Ha! I think everyone can relate to this. Love the whimsical drawing too.

  6. Helen Says:

    … well, shut my mouth!

  7. Jim Says:

    🙂 Nice reading! And it is true, like a sent e-mail, the undo button doesn’t do a think for what we say. Especially bad are things said in haste. I love the exaggeration here. It also reminds me of a teen-age ditty put to a popular tune.
    Oh yes, I am not a total tea totaler, that was just part of my poem. But a six pack of beer is likely to last a whole month in our house.

  8. grapeling Says:


    I hope you find your notebook, karin ~

  9. margaret Says:

    …hmm. I think I’ve done this a few times…. You have such a creative mind!

  10. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    Ah, yes… ‘Put a guard on your tongue’, not as easy as it may sound. I try. I try.

  11. Yep- been there, done that.

  12. hedgewitch Says:

    I suffer from this ailment myself, k–which is why I try to not even mention politics in my immediate environment–I might be burned at the stake. ;_) I have felt that weight, the words that just popped out that shouldn’t have been said, and the corresponding emptiness, those that should have been but couldn’t be found till after the fact. Great rhyme and alliteration as well as the repeating pattern in the stanzas, which all add emphasis and a thump of certainty to the observations.

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