okay,
clearly i'm bananas.
i have this megawatt smile
on my face
like an upward
solar panel,
yet i imply
quite possibly
zero
of the real sustenance inside...
and daily
i peel another
layer of skin
off of my heart.
i lift it up alone,
quite heavily,
to
the furthest, slippery extent.
it's a
hefty price to pay
for hunger.
i play music
like melodies
archaically
with my faulty fingers
while
you apply a diagnosis
of my current
unappealing situation...
clearly,
i'm bananas.
i still want you.
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