POEMS
Its cigarette twitches like a heart; "I
Beg you take the desirable horse
For hills that saddle a most unpopular
Course;-they once made a wish-remember?-you
Once made a wish upon a time, too.
The green gown was a window, a wind house
From which you frowned. It was a light
You nibbled at. You had .a picnic of
Bright tulips on your hat. You said,
'It
will always be like this?' Spoken
Between a laugh and a kiss. Won't you
Come with me, my dear, I beg of you."
It smells of smoke, carbolic acid, as
It pulls like a kite. "Crying, you
Want to get off? But you know, you've
Just died. Indeed, all the tears are
Counted, one by one, and safely filed away.
Respectfully dried that were respectfully
Cried.... My vanity case hides
Between your old words in the night."
Its woolen lashes laugh a brouhaha, "I would
Not go through that business once more,
Not in a million years...."
Whispers of the snow
Complaining smoke and blood.
And wishes snoring while it writes
Letters to the queen of hearts.
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