Peppercorn on the Cob

Another bubble bursts in my mouth
And I wonder when I keep biting down
On this strip of spice wracking my brain
Unsettling the nights of sleep that could
Have been full of dreams and quiet and
Monsters, oh that is where it is when
The decisions of the past have a future
Of their own, planting this single stalk
Next to the driveway and when it grows up
It has a life that overrides the life of 
This mind, because digestion doesn't
Follow a straight path