it must’ve been the music

unkind at best
to the power that you
once held
you cheat!

unfolding a tenuous wing
sorrowful, brittle
marrow and sap
snapping in the coming

drawn inexorably to
the solar flare of
passion and mistakes,
passion and mistakes

unconscious influenza
brought a carcinoma of
your own damned design
that picture
that frame of influence
that two-car-garage of shame

I stand at that edge
and look at the one foot drop
that would have been a chasm

when I was a moral
of the story
in a unsurprising play
that ran for years

© Tom Watters  7/19/06