Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Wounded Libido when Travelling Light

Love slimes every surface,
thickens over time.

It's a Disney world
where everything talks.

What will be auctioned squeals in dismay
as it is carried into Kaye's truck.

My son will be back when I am gone in the dusty morning
to comb the floor and rescue charmed scraps.

But when I close my eyes at night
camped in the dissarray,

I remember all the goodbyes
I will be saying,

all the tiny hearts
that will break inside my own.


(nods to Sigmund Freud)

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