You fell asleep on my chest today
With my boring words leading you by the ears.
I carry a sponge in my pocket for your tears
But lately I’ve been using it on myself more.
Words shatter when they hit the ground
And I realize that I didn’t mean them
But it’s too late because you’ve already stepped on the splinters.
First blood can’t be drawn without a close second
In quarters such as this.
A kiss is like anti-venom
But I don’t want to be the snake
For the sake of preserving our garden.
Some diseases aren’t caused by microbes;
My lobes have been whittled to an edge
Or maybe I was born with an obsidian brain
Walking this extensive prison searching for my shard.
I will use this curse to guard the hearts of Aztec infidels.
Fate is like spilling alphabet soup to see what it spells.
I cast spells with unkind words but there’s no divine intervention,
It’s me who carries out the prevention of progress.
Distracting the problem by removing her dress
Makes me feel better and worse at the same time.
A tight grip leaves little room in the palm.