something dirty

I’m tired

underwired

the way words conspired

between bicycle wheels

-head over heels-

metaphors

running on an

exhaust fan

trying to cram

in

something magical

mystical

over-used

logistical

sayings

about how the moon reflects

in your eyes

once or twice

or

how your freckles

look like gemstones

stop romanticising

shiny shimmering

things

swings of love

not everything takes flight like a

dove

I’ve heard too much

about how you want to

learn, earn

constellations

or how one day

you’ll down 3 bottles

of beer and whisper

to your sister about how the sun

looks like her blister

 

you got yourself stuck

in a tongue twister

you’ve run out of words

like crystal clear,

icy cold, sharp as a spear

 

i want the filthy

part of your syllables,

ones you take back

cut off some slack

throw me back with

words that

catalyse

paralyse

your nerves

with swerves and

turns of words

let the tired sun,

moon, stars

rest for once

put them behind

bars

give me something

dirty

something jerky

something that does not

click

that shows no mercy

 

tell me about how

you dissect that

small body of yours

bust through those doors

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