i realized that moon light
shifting through blinds
like silent cat paws
makes for a nice image
a pretty poem
written on paper and put in a jar
to be set afloat
but it doesn't mean anything
when one is landlocked
and you can see the gulls
fly as far into town
as they want

mouth curved open
teeth like buildings on a skyline
or birds on a wire
white flint
for making fire
across your skin

they took us into the room with the gold
and you put your finger to your lips
when you put a nugget in your pocket
and i never told anyone your secret

in a dream
you came envisioned
as a red fox

the tilt of your head
the spark of your teeth
held me captivated

you're too lovely

to imagine yourself

otherwise

God,
maybe once
I was not
an evil heart

i'll be sending my suicide letter
to the marky mark and the funky bunch
fan club
because at least then
i'll know someone is listening