POX Ani DiFranco

I always come back to the extended metaphors and (when present) internal rhymes which also are the things no one seems to talk about when discussing her work.

On "This Bouquet" (with the key internal rhyming bits in italics):

got a garden of songs where I grow all my thoughts
wish I could harvest one or two for some small talk
seems like I'm starving for words whenever you're around
nothing on my tongue, so much in the ground
nothing on my tongue, so much in the ground

half the time I got my gaze trained on your motel door
fourth door from the end
rest [of the] time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor
if it weren't for my brain I'd just go over and make friends
too bad about my brain 'cause I'd like to make friends

see the little songbird unable to make a sound
you'd never know she follows her words from town to town
we both got gardens of songs so maybe it's okay
that I am speechless because I picked you this bouquet
yep, sure am speechless, but I picked you this bouquet

in addition to the pleasure of gaze / trained / lays / stain / brain, I find it so satisfying the way the notion of a "garden of song" gets spun out so unassumingly but so effectively into so many interlinking metaphors on what is a very short and otherwise simple song.