Meticulous Tears

The stomp of the drum brings me to my knees

as every man I’ve ever loved

passes in shades of dark red oblivion.

White licorice chords take her down

to the music,

as ampersand Jane

dies on the sidelines.

We dissipate,

collide,

at noontime.

Whiskey rivers drowning my babies,

unrecorded,

moon hues,

twilight hitting the silver night.

Hopscotch,

Suzy Lou skipping by.

Orangutan adieu,

while brick-like shades bounce

on the head of a porpoise

who chose the wrong thing.