Love as It Appears to Him
Love Mickey . . .
He borders his world
With blue
The slick black streets
Glare
Erupts in the city’s urban bruise
The stray shards of glass
Litter the corners of his
Broken heart
And the whoring howls in alley ways
Spin all his nightmares
Into art
Mickey, sweet Mickey –
Sing me a bedtime tune . . .
A lullaby growled through wolf-teeth
Coughing shadows
With a cerulean hue
And the hackles of time
Stiff upon the neck of fate
Rages in a silent corner:
Love is more overdue than late