wait, stop - slow down. i've got you on the edge
of my nail now, caught between tissue and bone.
you are fixing me with a weary look of despair and
malice, packaged tight with a tall order of
stop. i'm trying to be okay. i'm trying to be alright, but please
fuck off. i don't give a shit about your deadpan eyes and
mouth lined with granite, i just don't care, just
leave me alone, go
plant roses or something -
the man on the corner
is watching me carefully, a hawk's
in the deep sea of sky.
yellow is too forceful, colour
is overrated. i splash you with
gutter-water, black on your
lips and tell you please -
park myself in front of you like a dirty car and please
act iii - you
are not well and you
have infected me too.