Runaway Words

I really like run on sentences,

the kind that seem to build speed as they go,

faster, faster, faster,

and it’s as if there’s too much power behind the words that are coming out,

and any attempt to slow them down with a period would be futile,

and the writer must be in a craze,

a fit of emotion that unstoppably forces the words out,

and he’s driving a semi-truck down hill and the brakes have gone out,

and there’s a wound that won’t stop bleeding,

and there’s a joy he just can’t shake, and the page is wet with tears,

and a rhinoceros has escaped from the zoo and is in a violent stampede through city streets,

and as the sentence builds it sounds like the bellowing of a runaway train approaching,

and the whistle grows louder louder louder louder,

until it hits you,

and you feel it

period