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
to you: i see your eyes, black and sparkling i think you’re nice you’re cute, with two dimples, laugh like a little girl, long neck but not a giraffe you’re smart, but you’re kinda weird, i guess diff
i can feel the dyspnea brain’s got too many ideas weight of who i wanna be sitting on my chest, 55kg tightness in my chest diaphragm compressed i’ve been taking on too much breathing’s getting rough i
on stage, hands slick with sweat holding the guitar, teeth chattering eyes scan for you, no time to regret my decision to tell you of your mattering to me, in front of all our friends the announcement