A Crying Shame

On this day
I saw you listless
and eyeless.
Cry me a simile
and I'll never see you smile.

Never before can I remember
how hollow you looked
the first time I saw you.
You stand
stocked and cocked
bullets bursting forth
I want to eat their lead
spit out their metallic
on another grand piano.

Swallow this moment
like a few shots
and let it warm your body
as a bullet warms its
exit wound.
Cry me a river
and I'll never give a damn
until we hold
a psalm
til it cracks
into a million smiles
and disintegrates
like the miasma
that was so beautiful
yesterday.

Hold me
I want to feel warmth again
a body of trouble
'neath
a waterfall of doubt
until I rip its ribs asunder
rendered useless and stagnant.
A rock
against another tide
of seamless oceans,
laugh me to sleep
before this endears me
to everything you can't stand
so that I
may
also
be reminiscent of their beings.

One day
I will see you standing at my door frame
and I will not flinch at your silhouette
at least
not this time.