Instinct

Find the weakest baboon

A baboon dressed in a blue dress

Writers of bolder sense

When will the flowers spring from my chest?

Passive extrovert, red inside and out

Digs sprung in Nashua creeps like ivy

Surprising me at first, but fruit wilts and sets in

My own fear is excesses aegis

Protects me from growing as my body ages

Bested by the flies that swarm to smell and lack of movement

I present myself, and I'll swallow my surety

And I won't admit it

So we best forget

And I won't admit it

So we best forget

I have a habit of pulling flowers from the bush

Plucking off the petals one by one

And then chewing off the thorns and swallowing them whole

Wincing as they graze my throat

Without at all recognising why I swallowed them whole

And I won't admit it

So we best forget

And I won't admit it

So we best forget

I gnaw and I spill my own flesh

Razor sharp pinpricks of one

Fill my head and coalesce

Drunk and stupid mess

Ingest and reflect

The frailty of my lust and weakness

I gnaw and I spill my own flesh

Razor sharp pinpricks of one

Fill my head and coalesce

Drunk and stupid mess

Ingest and reflect

The frailty of my lust and weakness