Unreactive by Cuong o.o
Nathan, your name means giving - oh, :
how giving you are to my wants
of self-destruction. The perpetual bonds
that you construct, give hyperventilation
back to my receding, asthmatic memory.
Carbon atoms your communion wafer,
you seem to salvage upon
the creation of the organic.
Those aromatic compounds lure
you into their carcinogenic confines.
Yet, still you nibble like a T-Rex,
hungry to synthesize new life.
Soon you will be giddy: alcohol
reducing your boiling temperature.
You gander about, upset by all
the fumes, which have seeped into your brain.
Scurrying away into the dark,
your coat and glasses your only protection
from the caustic pains that could spill
your way. Silently, you keep on moving,
not knowing when to stop. A trapeze artist
of energy levels, you make me tired.
Strutting forth like a webbed model,
You "hum" a mixture. Solution: I don't agree.