shall i package
nicely my rage
in the oven, bake
with thyme and sage
draw little loops
boil into a clear soup
say beeps and boops
nowhere too
much for you to handle
a light read at the table
no bonfire, just a candle
no floods, just ladles
poetic hooks, easy analysis
in the book, paralysis
maybe i’ll be the catalyst
for your own genesis
and you’ll leave my rage
behind, text on the page
my wars i silently wage;
your easy read on a saturday
Cut you by mistake But I let it fester And for our sake I should have known better I shouldn’t do more But it’d be unfair to you So I poured Some alcohol on the wound It stings and it hurts And I see
tears like a jeep on the road carrying 2-tonne loads i’m on the verge, so close to letting go, just explode red eyed, is it an infection? no, it’s plain exhaustion mixed with funky emotion anxiety and
dimples in my hand, the grip on my mother so strong but now my fingers have lengthened and i keep telling her, “so long!” fat on my arms is gone, but i still haven’t lost weight the time has slipped a