There's a tiny shred of madness
In
Everybody

Cups
Should never
Be full

I ask
The mirror, What
Next.
The face says
Nothing back.
They stare.
We all stare.

The last disgrace
Was the first disguise
To it all.

A death moan
Is
Hard to ignore.

When she
Said she wanted more from love, I told her
To buy a
Hallmark card.

I was
Her third
Discard.

Trying never hard enough
We acted
Like coiled snakes
Around
An olive branch.
In wait
We showed fangs
Made from marble, ivory,
And steel.

I can't wait to grow
Young again to see the stained glass
Stars
Against a windex sparkly night sky.
All our janitors are philosophers
And while we wait
We dine with wine, cheese, and
No ability to please.

How much fire
Does it take to burn a hole
Through this block?

Where does
The oil
Come from?

What devil
Must I stir
To awaken the fear
In me
Again?

All in
For
The last

Four
Years.

Show'em.

My hands
Getting
Heavy.