Too much

Too rough
too bold
too sexy for my own
damn goods
To barter, so sell me
to yourself and forget
that I might
have any say

Too sweet
too smart
too stifled to swat
mosquitoes like velvet words
covering my skin.
Nobody likes
an introspective woman
And Shakespeare
doesn't give
good enough head
to make it all
worth the effort.

Too talkative
too daring
too cold when it's time
to curl me
around your finger-
nails puncture my callouses;
little missiles
seeking
your idea
of the truth.

Progeny, ancestry,
I'm finally
off the vine that I amputated
to escape
from you,
the better to
hate the roots
by disassociation.

Too black
too white
too red for this
flourescent hospital
light of ages
that I power
with flailing veins.
I would inspire you
where it hurts but
there's not enough space to hate
and you'd only think
I was playing along.

You like the hard chase,
the fast win
and the easy sandbox
where your
plastic dinosaurs never
go hungry.
Nobody likes
the herbivores, they remind us
that we take
the easy way out.
Extinction is just
self-inflicted brain damage
with a do-it-yourself kit.

Too alive
too inspired
too blunt to be
a murder weapon
of the stars;
preservation
is no consolation
for lemons
and their sweetest seeds.
Bring me a double take
and you can take
my appetite with
one more bite on the hip.

Too perfect
too excited
too strange to change
my mind
about a voyage
that destroys
your remote-controlled
motorboats
and makes my
paper sailboats
bow and smile
in those whirlpool ripples.

Too much.


~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~