[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]
I will kill you with a metaphor My feelings censored Behind beautiful words. I dare not say it to your face The euphemism When I am burning with anger. Toying with the void Here I concoct The right expression; My sweet weapon Retort with an oxymoron. Then nothing; no paradox or pun I am even at a loss For a rhyme. For when our eyes meet It is poetry I read, Without a word We say it all.