smiling villain

tell me what

i am missing,

love,

besides for my love

left untold

and not missing me

*

i have never

met a poet

just casual visitors to the tunes

and keys

like birds who sometimes get their

songs wrong

*

smiling under the hood

i cut from below

he holds me

after years of handling pens and

chairs which have been known to

need reshuffling for we have guests

and he is coming and

be on your best behavior

though he asks for the worst

leaving the read red

a secret spilling the inside of

my pocket

only to find that his his

is not deep enough for

full night

swearing and sweating

reducing to two

me

him

reducing more

m

hi

reduced

morning

he is a plastic bag

left in the rain

and i am in the desert

dehydrated

yet crying