There Is a Poison in Your Eyes

There is a poison in your eyes
and that is quite a metaphor
and I just cannot think of what
could follow it productively



I found a flower
in the middle of a metaphor
and doused it in gasoline
because of my hatred for metaphors
but once I was done
I found
it had become a simile
which was worse
so now I just let
flowers be metaphors
though I grind
my teeth
as I do