9:50 PM 4/5/2011

Blue tile crisp,
And long nails red,
The suds and hearts
Long lost
Rose-scented candles,
Burning cold,
One dunk
And it’s all over
A splash, a cross
Perchance to seek
And cry, and throw
And backward glance
Begging askance
A lying, slouching
Promise of a new day
Bite your tongue,
And point the way
I seek you out no more
A last, longing look
Then back is turned
And all alone again.