I can see in this the love and pain of a rattled relationship- the newness subsiding into an achy nothingness.
I don't know that I would have known this was about writing had it not been in your description, but given that heads-up I rather enjoyed that aspect of it.
I never thought of it that way before, but yes, when a new poem emerges from my mind it is sorta like the novelty of a new-penny taste.
"the private nine-volt battery
jolt on the tip of the tongue" < Great description! - that private jolt (however short lived) that only the writer feels as he/she wraps up a new poem.
Writing definitely has its ups and downs, as depicted in your 5th strophe.
I can understand this being about poetry, although I'm not so sure about communication. It's very ambiguous but it's also very well-written and inspires the reader to wonder. I especially liked the last verse; spectacular.
"the private nine-volt battery
jolt on the tip of the tongue""
this line caught my attention the most-(although there are others just as good)-
along with this line and words such as pulled tooth,decay,noose,socket, old wound,rust.
i get the impression you are talking about a relationship that,s over, but there is still a wound there, i thought about laurel leaf and noose somehow i get the feeling you are talking about a ring. i maybe wrong, just my impressions but like i said i enjoyed it.
what i get when i read this is irony. and i could be way off, but somehow that is what i taste and feel here. irony.
i think it takes a certain humility to understand irony. or more so, it is humbling when you accept it. i mean sometimes one has to laugh at the funniness of certain situations, find the odd humor that unfolds, or else... or else you'd just want to blow your brains out. seems easier to laugh most days.
i mean really, sometimes life is like a bestseller in the sense that one can't make this [censored] up... ya know??? one has to live it to understand that it doesn't always go our way and is it supposed to? and if it did, would it actually be better? it is what it is.
i tend to chuckle and shake my fist on occasion yet somehow find gratitude that i can laugh with the ridiculousness of it all. i mean it is rather funny sometimes, more entertaining than any fiction i can emmerse myself in.
sorry for the ramble.
and i still don't do nonsensical, just not witty enough it seems...