, ,

Do you miss it

still being able to feel

that defining line of before and after

the darkness injected you

and the shock wore numb

Given the ignorance of blunt things

being able to morph into sharp triangular heads

who suspected anything more than a return

to the dull, blunt things

We were warned about pointed objects

erected dicks and heroin needles

about pens that couldn't sign the check

without a college education

But you know as well as I do

there was a darkness before all that

a terror rocking the cradle

with a long black nail clicking on the rail

impatient with our innocence

Β© 2017 Tammy Mezera