sun-dried kite swept aside my

tear seeped linen,

 

when

you sent

your potbellied moon

to shine on my

pockmarked face

 

 

sent me riding waves

when i asked for candy-smelling summer

rains 

 

 

sent me life beneath

your crooked

smile,

the eye of storms in

coffee cups

 

 

sent me happiness

capped like

a ship in your glass

jar

that croaked,

a prisoner-of-war stuck in reverse

 

 

 

 

 

your poetry like

your stones

aimed for

the

sky

your

teethmarked bones

ached for

a

lie

 

 

 

 

 

 

and

while you slept

lowly clouds-a-rumbling,

i detached your

radio wires

 

upset the moccasin

shelf

 

before

rushing out-a-tiptoe,

squashing lemon-tart-fed-red-rats

spoiling garden wisteria

by your

window-pane

 

as, dreaming of sun-brimming

newer lives,

i stood,

rattling chains against my heart

feeling too close to your

panting happiness

 

feeling

the room too small for two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

when in your brown plastered bed

enclosed in nicotinised arms

happiness felt too small,

our carousal ride was

never

meant to be this

 

long

 

 

 

 

 

 

such a shame, thus,

my shoes that

fill with your

thoughts

never quite reach

my breast-pockets

where

i keep your prized

ship-in-a-glass-jar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hunger before happiness,

it stands with me.