Put down the weapon

come to me

 

my head is swimming and I’m too gone

to save you from yourself

 

there is an abandoned nest

of baby birds I can’t reach

 

and I’m done with thinking words

might be just the thing

 

the thing I need to save me from

inadequacy and first-world guilt

 

my brothers put their arms around me

they haunt me in a lucid dream

 

the street below is noisy

and I’m hallucinating posies

turn to scorpions on the tv screen

 

the smell of dust is on my feet

and my enemies are circling…

 

let’s kick them clean between the sheets tonight

 

come Darling—don’t forget

your frown and furrowed brow

 

I want to kiss you just like this

 

--I want to smooth it all away...