Overexposed from Dick Hickey by Dick Hickey

You've got me wrapped around your finger
a circulating, sore wound.
And I don't want to come off desperate or too obvious
do I?
And we can talk about it
sweetly in a playground, soft swoon.
It's just an afterthought
Until we let our worlds collide

Another water cooler conversation
losing all steam.
I can really blow your mind
with all of the places I've been.
Can you coddle and subdue
until there's nothing left here?
Driving into AWOL
my hands are tied, I can't steer

Two lovers, juxtaposed
mathematically incorrect.
Picture frames, rearranged.
Overblown and overexposed

Doing time feels like sunshine
hypotenuse still in debt.
Killing time, on a new grind.
Asking if it was worth it yet.

• Punk
• Port Huron