neutering the pet after it is already postmenopausal

now that the light has broken

i hope they see the sun sitting

on the horizon of your eyes

that they hold the tulips at your lips

craving to kiss the sky

that they see you as nothing less

than the oceans once connected

but growing still

chipping away at the land

never settling

never stopping

never needing to be changed

even if that meant

leaving me

in disrepair

*

i am possessed by the

wide-eyed gnawing of a blind

past that is almost forgotten

until it is recalled in the old lacking

reinvention of i

the guy who holds onto bitten scraps dear

like a dog dying

leg bum and useless

dangling its collar

for those who can read

even if it

cannot

PLAY DEAD

written

in gold

*

do not let

the broken

break what

you do let

which must always be

you

united

rather than

the solo and soulless

shifting of u and i

into

untied