Muscle Poems

What’s wrong?

Nothing’s wrong

Just my emotions

Out of tune.

 

Will you tell me, honey

If there’s something

I can do?

Nothing’s wrong,

Nothing’s wrong

That’s just between me and you.

 

Your heart is on your sleeve, my love.

Let me get that little spot.

Let me wash your worries

With the sound of spit and soft.

 

But there’s nothing wrong

There’s nothing wrong.

Well, there is really only one thing

I’ve died a hundred times

Lived a thousand fears

I do not know why you’re

Standing next to me here.

 

Then tell me why

You’re feeling out of tune.

Was it something that your mother said,

Or that your father didn’t do?

 

Something like that, but deeper

How do you divine me so quick?

Never in my thousand years

Have I had a love this thick.

It takes me a hundred places

And stolen little spaces

Around you when I’m home.

This love I have inside you,

Inside me I’m not at home.

 

What’s wrong with that?

Nothing’s really wrong.

I want to be the man

My father never was,

I want my mother’s children

Yet to know.

Well, if you please, be happy

Be excited all the time,

Please laugh a whole lot too.

I’m not as simple as that honey

I think I’m drowning in your pool.

Alright then, honey, I’m going to your room.

Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong

I want to crawl back inside your womb.

Nothing’s wrong with that, my love

Then I will fetch the broom!