And I swallow metaphoric medication
Until they burn down my throat

And similes are like cereal for breakfast
With which I refuse to partake

My words bleed out
Personifying my grief

Hyperbole is too big a mass I can explain
It would take years to finish

Would roses choked in thorns be a symbol of oppression
Or a nature of destruction in beauty

Take me to the emergency room
I'm sick of this language I speak

The pleasant lighting
Falling on your face,
Shifting uncomfortably
In dressy clothes.
A wine list sitting
In front of you.
The clink of champagne glasses.

A menu
Is then passed to you,
"What would you
suggest this evening?"
You ask the well dressed,
Smiling waiter.
"Well sir what are you in
The mood for?"
You shrug,
"I don't know."
"Well..."
He starts,

"Some words are deliciously
Smooth,
Like:
Circumstance,
Circumference,
Slither,
Sleek,
Sweet,
And
Finesse.

Some words crackle,
Such as:
Tickle,
Freckles,
Speckled,
Wrinkle,
Crinkle,
Torch,
Crunch,
­Cacophony,
And cricket.

Some words,
Are bubbly:
Poppycock,
Preposterous,
Exaggerate,
Flammable
Graffiti,
­Whisky,
Blasphemy,
Dubious.

Some words,
Are addicting:
Missing,
Lost,
Pain,
Me,
Mine,
Hurt,
Cut,
Burn,
Die,
D­eath,
Hard,
Hate,
Can't,
Fate,
Heart,
Broken,
Stay,
Love.

What words
Would you like to eat?"

The air I'm exhaling is cold
chilled toes and the tip of my nose
bug hypnotist
resting my mind
days at a time
pen tops that whistle
and glide on the page

gold to grey

We are all burning at both ends.
Some more than others,
On the clock we must depend.
Let's hide under covers
and never give in.
Let me wear your bad days.
Celebrate you when you win.
It makes for a beautiful dance.
A Childish romance.
It all depends on more than just happenstance.
It's the kind of work you carry in your spine.
"The back breaking, soul fulfilling, leave me supine" kind.
You know it's something worth it when it transcends time.
Like if we could just have this forever, we would be fine.
I never want to give up what must have taken all my lives
to find. Something that is truly one of a kind.

I wish, wishfully to wish a wishful wish.

Hands smudged from the filth
Stuck down in his fingernails
Worked to Impress her.