Eyesore Symphonette

I saw a rubber band by your bracelet

And you snapped it to the hunger pangs

You moved fleetingly

A sweet repartee

Time moved in you

And it bloomed and swelled and froze in me

Then your mezzanine cracked

And I fell through the floor

On your claret carpet I lay

I found a little space in your basement

And you kept me there

I saw you multiply, face down

On opening night of our eyesore symphonette

By intermission I could take no more

Alas, the chairs were bolted to the floor

I never wonder why I spend waking nights

In the self torment of wondering where the wonder went

I look; and in its place I find missives to your memory

In which I plea

'Don't blame me

As the stars were shining

It broke my eyes'

"Darling, darling, whatcha done to you hair?"

Impotent rings my yell, to your ashen likenesses in my head

One is silent

The other is scared, and only seen in dreams

And then I bolt upright

Twelve years from closing night of your eyesore symphonette

To sleep is to pierce the violet aperture

And see you as you are

Meet you as you were