There are too few letters to tell
And the words are too scarce in my mind
To tell
You how much I love you.
In fact just a few would do,
Simply would do
Feel.
“Panic attack[s]“= no blockbuster on the screens,
But horrible, poisoning seeds,
Everyday adrenaline,
And none, no, and nothing in these jungles and fields
Could cure it but time.
I see a lot of people hostile,
Whether they are or not,
They protect themselves by not hearing/seeing/talking
Brown monkey cheer-
ing up the truth by drawing laughs
On your face.
Words are too scarce.
Love’s too much like chess,
To say.
