too much too much,
it won't go down my throat.
even if it's brilliant,
even if it's gorgeous,
it just won't fit.
you've put in too much time
and i can't understand any of it.
it's too complex,
and its corners and edges and vertices and angles
keep poking into the soft walls of my throat.
i'm holding my breath
cos it disables my respiratory system.
it makes me feel terribly weightless,
sort of like a dead elm leaf in the air.
it also makes me more impatient than i am.
spiders in striped stockings
dancing on your grave
the monkey thought it was all in fun
pop! goes the weasel