fade

no longer full of real
i am the mystery behind
your desire. will i do
you or do i will you and
will i become the smell
of passing breeze

there is so much ocean here--
larger than a beach. your empty
house is a terrarium with an empty
terrarium built into the wall
between where you dine alone
and where you love to smoke
crack, with the cat
channel on your five hdtv flat
screens, empty lap seeking
fullness. for a change up you

have your dvds. for a change up
you have steak and potatoes as opposed
to steak and fries. the asparagus
is not touched. on your wall a picture
of you, in your wallet your dead
wife. cancer is the explanation.

i cannot understand why is was n
before the tongue went rough
as a cat, . except to say god
works in mysterious ways.