Another Incomprehensible Poem

This one you almost recognize, but you waver. No water, no pond, murky nor crystalline. If it’s only sound, it hacks and gulps. Neologistic spasms of the tongue. A tongue. Of course, always a tongue. Maybe something vague and stiff too. You get it, but the joke comes to you a beat too late and your tardy smile appears forced, showing too much gum. Your tardy smile becomes the last line.