You’re no Fun Anymore
“You’re no fun anymore, you clip my wings,”
Three days squirming like a fish inside a bowl with no water.
You’re like a bunch of raw nerves, reaching out, reaching out,
Lashing out at anyone that arrives inside the hive.
A swarm of thoughts arise, disperse and wander.
I perched contended on your edge,
Now I cling to the ledge.
This is no tall building with tall tales,
Watch me dissolve, not with angry steps, into a distance.