Up Chuck: from mind to mouth

Out of my mind, out of my mouth,
Comes nonsense, crawling, writhing their way out,
Malignant parasites, infectious thoughts,
that beg to be said, implore to be spoken of,

I relent.

And like a geyser those thoughts burst forth,
Springing from my wicked mind.

Silence.

You look at me.
I know, surely as I know the earth rotates,
That you don't understand,
That I've confused you.
Shame and embarrassment  color my cheeks.

Silence.

I retreat,
and walk away from this situation, this memory.