the taste of this

or, dysfunctional love goes to the carnival



in a melody of rocking horses

i’ve lost my balance and

could swear i heard one neigh

we are only together in the

space between moments, and often

not even then     i am left with only

helium filled fantasies and

merry-go-round progress



if i had one wish

i’d turn you into a swirly twirly

everlasting rainbow lollipop and i’d

whittle away my days by lapping at 

your sugar with equal the voracity of

the most gluttonous pigtailed girl at the fair.