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