by Jason Alan

when zippers are zipped
i unzip them
when i am waiting in the wings
i clip them
with the world i have been supplied
i see those buds and i nip them

i rattle cages
break legs on stages
i calm the nerve
that rattles and rages

i take buns from ovens
before they are baked
i let the candles
burn down to the cake

if it’s black
i want it white
if it’s white
i want it black
when you’re here I want you gone
when you’re gone I want you back

it’s never enough
it’s always too much
never a resting place
and i prefer to keep it as such