And On The Day After Christmas

you see:
a heel fastened to a throat
a friend twisted inside out
the piano flirtations you wrote
postpone another cage you own.

a traditional kiss falls flat
with an ornament of prejudice.

last night, we slept with the bends
just a day after christmas
your syndrome maps another pointless atlas.

have you learned the horns of your disease?
the kisses that sink my submarines.
and what after that do you have to give?
the cry of a vacant embassy.

you spill another jack & coke.
the hospital prayers we broke
if i had the strength
id pull the curtains away
tell you
you only had one more day

maybe two more days
and anyway
the curtains stay.

April [8/15]