Without an E

Listen, grab a glass of water
There's a pill that's going to get caught deep inside your throat
Consider that warning my only attempt at being civil, but don't expect it again
Right now I bet your airways are clear and air is flowing freely in and out of your lungs
Oxygen is reaching your brain in the same way it does each and every day
In a few weeks, or a month or two tops, you're going to begin to suffocate
An emblematic pillow held by the hand of her past
That's all I can tell you, simply because that's all I know
It could come as a swift bubble in your bloodstream, traveling one way to your brain
Or perhaps a swelling of your throat that could take days before you feel a thing
All I know...all we know is that it's partially self-inflicted
Oblivious to the fact that you're appeal has lowered
Unaware of the wandering eyes attached to your lovers spotted face
Not to mention how much talking her fingers do
Either way, you will soon be uncomfortable
Uneasy, you will lack sleep, and you will lose something that was hardly yours in the first place
This is a fair warning from the last person you'd expect it from

A Cello

The cello is writing this
As I sit here
The cello is writing about
What aches it's sweet sound
It bellows out these beautiful cries that shake me
It makes me feel like there is someone right behind me
Citronella and a cello
A few cracks of twigs and leaves
It makes me hear bones breaking instead
Smoke and a cello
Hello Night to be exact
It makes me yearn for a strange feeling
Like the one you get when a wish comes true
Ringing and a cello
We claim to be three sheets to the wind
It makes me think of a old sailor and his drunken ship
The cello speaks different now
As I sit here