‘Maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
And never ever watch the Ten O’Clock News’ –Regina
Spektor
Leaning like italics;
Heading God knows where.
A fizzling core demanding more
And crumpling with its
care.
A sizzling shiver in my
hands
And thighs like fireworks.
These limbs are spitting
sparklers
So you best be wearing
gloves.
Now I'm composed of
dominoes;
Disaster’s in my lines.
My structural integrity
Could snap at any time.
And with one push I’d feel
the rush
Of swift impending doom.
Just one more breath and
little death,
Emerging something new.
Another sip and I am
filled
With all that I could be;
Like love without the
nasty bits.
All possibilities
Drift down like sparks in
autumn parks
When the rocket’s had its
day.
It kills me with its
climax
As the caffeine melts
away.
