Your Broken Chemistry

A poem about six different men.

1:
Your hands in a fire
too slow to burn.
Your Broken Chemistry
some good has come of it
this time.

Translate an identity -
not everything has to make sense
in every language.

2:
Bad habits and
good intentions
things we never meant
to get the best of.
Now, you've got the rest of
the world watching.
I hope you don't mind
if Your Broken Chemistry shows again.

3:
I don't have time to watch
for consequences
just mail me a line
if Your Broken Chemistry
is so divine.
I don't give a good goddamn
or a rats ass tonight.
You're drinking bad wine,
you're not my kind,
now that all this has passed.

4:
A kiss on the mouth
don't you think that is enough?
I don't need to prove anything to you
Your Broken Chemistry
and my fucked up physiology
a lack of attraction
between magnetic particles
"science says everything"
I don't know enough tonight
to know that is a lie.

5:
I've been blaming everything
on what you're not.
This deep sea freeze
and the salt in my wounds
more insult then anything.
Is it my chemistry that's broken
and not just my physiology tonight?
Or, is it you, with your heart in a vice?
Your Broken Chemistry
does not play nice.

6:
Let me know if you've got the time
they say radioactive decay is a constant
but, sometimes things all break down
in the same moment;
so fast some of these elements
they barely even form.
And, Your Broken Chemistry
it does not have a chance
to change things
like I do even if I don't
mean to.