Sometimes you say something
To hear how it sounds,
‘Cause in a half-full head
All it does is bounce
Off other unsaid things
That sit around
And wonder about
Those barking hounds
That won’t not say
Every verb and noun
That splits the dark
Of the last half-ounce
Of thought they’ve got
In their smiling rounds
Of upturned lips
And curly crowns,
And with that thought
You might half announce
You’re off to search
For half-holy grounds
Where the score is kept
In half amounts
And the fact you said it
Means it halfway counts.