WEAKNESS

the organ

in the eyeball

despair in the blue

so deep it silvers



maybe the spine

found you there

in the blink

a weak loneliness



maybe we turn to the dream

for strength

maybe we cry to the colors

for a shoulder

maybe the light

has betrayed the darkness



the music between the words

carries the soul

in between the feathers

of wings

that long stopped singing



the smell of burning flesh

derived

from the place i lost you

the trust in the moment of truth

the given one and only heart

the first gift

the last gift

the following deliveries of pain

time and time and time and time

and she wants to know

why he constantly cheats on his wife



and he replies:

because she allows him to.



this time she wants a divorce

he doesn't believe her

but now she realizes

he doesn't have to



the angry dog

barks behind the stampede of cows



she doesn't have to

get him to agree

as he lays

crushed by the terrified bovine sentence.



now she can sleep with the milk man

in peace.