Take It Back

Take it back, this sudden invasion by your tears;

I will make a dam of fingers around your eyes, and

an oubliette for your perverse addictions.

Damn you; what gave you the right to cry?

Take it all back, all this maudlin madness;

Jerky puppet, hung on emotional strings -

Going into frenzies and bleeding words.

Your pain is paper-thin perception

Your grief is a cheap prescription.

I will no longer track your orbiting moons;

nor watch your constellations

shift their shapes in your skies.

Take it back, your shadowed nuances;

I will not dance to your hemlock tunes

or the mocking whistle of your morbid madness.

Your dream is an exhaled breath;

dissipating into the vaccuum.

January 2011