I burn burn like a wicker cabinet,
Chalk white and oh so frail,
I see our time has gotten’ stale.

The tick-tock of the clock is painful,
All sane and logical,
I want to tear it off the wall.

I hear words and clips and phrases,
I think sick like ginger ale,
My stomach turns and I exhale…

I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds, but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing. I wanna’ put my tender heart in a blender, watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion.

Rendezvous then I’m through with you.