A "Poem": rambling shard-like "poetry"

his words are
broken like a glass bottle.

so he concatenates
stacks the sharded phonics
of his exploded language
picks fragments of meaning
and intention from
between his teeth,
and from out of tasty splinters
in his tongue-
fashions a pile of dangerous and
unstable
rubble

hardly holding together
and wounds to hold
or even touch

it
hasn't a direction or
a purpose
that it can
realize,
but is only
what it has been made to be
the result of the attempt
of the impossible,
which is to say,
the real and
true.