Eat Me

You’re hungry,
so come on – take a bite?
I’ll fill you up nice and fat quite fast
before sneaking in to wish you good night.
If I am your poison, then you are but my buffoon,
but if you’re my explorer, then I am your mushroom.
You say I’m just talk, and that I’ll one day eat my words,
yet you fail to see that I’m feeding you something absurd.
Under the umbrella,
we can find some shelter
from the lies of the world
when it’s all Helter Skelter,
so come fill yourself up
and have a nice treat.
You look quite tasty too
since you are what you eat.

Drink Me

You want to taste my thoughts?
Well, that sounds quite a bit odd.
I suppose I must harvest gold ignots
to make a chatty chalice fit for a god.
I’ll write you a drink, so you can taste
what I see before a drop goes to waste.
You told me you needed a mixer,
so I left you with a tasty elixir.
I want to drink you like wine
oh, lovely Valentine.
Just in case
you are
growing
deaf –
I want to
eat you like a chef,
so promise me you’ll be mine
my dear, sweet, lovely Valentine.