Sunday, August 31, 2008

Lollipop Moon.

There is a cavity
Throbbing in my heart
And You, my dear,
Are the lollipop.

I need a heartbrush
and some heartpaste.


First it was a cavity.
Now it is a crater.
The hole left over
From cannon fire.

I am the moon.
The day burns my eyes
but I only cry at night.

1 comment:

Charles the Third said...

I really like this poem, although it saddens me.