badsleepwell

I've grown tired of lies by the fire
and as the flames have rippled up my
armourish attire
whisper whisper barmy sonnets
like an absinthe drinking choir
to my slowly melting eyeballs
dipped in wax and cleaned with lysol
for your flawless condescention
your sharpened tongue bad attention
force feed me health food lessons of
bad behaviour prevention
til I'm filled with watery doubt retention
you're supposed to be my buddy system
but that's something unmentioned
now I'm drowning in mixed signals and
all of my best intentions
passed out sore neck crooked on the porcelin
I spy your sneakers neath the door
like waves breaking over a dorsal fin
love is the lock and
you
can't
force
your
way
in
but it ain't for lack of tryin.