Just when you thought it was Safe

Random attacks of peace and tranquility
{slice/splice/(may i have more rice?) love}
is it enough to be able to weed
the thoughts from the shots
where everything in my brain bleeds?
(what are your misdeeds?)
I’m confounded by the sugar pourer
and the stares from the men behind rifles.
recycling words and phrases
until originators are spiteful.
but Merriam never loved me
and I never loved oxford
so all the rumors of our affairs
only make existance awkward.