Chemistry by Play Dead

The way you talk about the other men
makes you sound like you’re one of them

Newfound maggots in my ribcage
They’ve been there since the Golden age

Kneecap
Thighgap
on my back

Sideways
Sidetracked
Saturdays
he’s a Quarterback

I never wanted restriction
till It got lost in the symmetry
I think there’s too much friction
so tell me, where is the chemistry?

my fungus hides in your prudence
your stretch marks hide in my nuissance

I knew it wasn’t true
I couldn’t be bothered with you
even on a sunday

Nail File
Black Bile
the colour on your tongue takes me to sea
Acidic
Medic
even the thought of love could break out in an acne

I never thought I would listen
to this collossal bigotry
and I see now what addiction
can bring out in my poetry

speaking without lungs
biting off our tongues
do they live in peace or in a mess?

yellow green entrails
bleeding from my nails
do you live on crumbs and cigarettes?

coming up for air
coming in my hair
this is between me and the ashtray

I wish it wasn’t true
I couldn’t be honest with you
even on your birthday

Is it so hard to resist it
all that’s inside us is killing me
and I see now what prediction
can bring out in my poetry

you never caused me restriction
but you just lost all my sympathy
It’s time to make a decision
‘Cause baby there is no chemistry

• Experimental
• United Kingdom