A Conversation with the Voices in my Head

for those who know me
(well enough i.e.)
know that
i speak a language


a language?

"but you speak more than one"
you may say
and every doubt in your mind
will carry on
until you hear me say
"HEY!"


i do speak another one


"well, we know you speak
all the usual stuff
english, for one...
or malayalam
or for that matteryour go to language
when you're sad or mad or even sick...
french, the one the rest of us rarely pick"


yet, i maintain
i speak A language


but how do i explain?
this language of mine
it is for me to know
for me to hear
to keep my conscience clear

my mind knows
the word on a post-it
stuck across my forehead
would be
'Crazy'
and the look in your eyes
wouldn't be so hazy

 they would be blinded
by a sea
of green confusion

 i utter this language
of sounds and syllables
tossed together
the clusters never repeated
the same way twice
and tone that goes with it
cold as ice


call it schizophrenic
or even neurotic
if you must
talking to the voices in my head

yet, without this indecipherable banter
the semblance of my sanity
would be dead.