Diffuse

a poem

Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash

I do not want to converse right now.
I want to be angry.
The bottle is filling, filling up
Accumulate until I finally explode.

BAM! POW! BANG!

The guts of my thoughts

SPLATTER!

Change not content
for the sake of measure
I have grown faint from adapting

My eye is in the future
but I feel a failure now
I’ll be building sandwiches
at thirty-three

My head, my chest, on fire!
It’s too much pressure, too much pressure.
Like squeezing air from a beach ball

I simply need to deflate

diffuse

Not enough air within, but too much all the same
Head and heart spinning
I think I have steadied myself
just to find I’m spinning again

I am a bit of a hot wire
I try not to burn you,
But you come too close, you won’t
heed my warning