Poison

Simple machines within fill up
to the brim, poison up
to my neck,
to drown the poison within.

Simple times with a simple laugh,
to a single laugh, poison within.
To single songs of simple joys,
to a clenching of the heart,
to a song of joy and simple laughs,
to sin, to sit, to sing, to simple laughs.

Simply to laugh is
too much for the poison clogs it all
to the brim, to my neck,
two bits of poison mingle
to mix, to make, to melt the simple laughs.

Too much to take for
two. One is never enough.