The Puppet’s Dream
An alliance smothers wholly
While green gumdrops take shape
Out of sheer fear of being alone.
To wrest love out of a sleeping body
Is like counting the deer in the fields
in the evening.
“She’s not a friend, just
someone
Who won’t let go.”
We needed more plastic, more metal,
So you went down and collected it,
You went out and forested it.
You were frail like an electric moon.
Then the world got small and ugly.
Stoned, you noticed the dragon is everything.
Then said something trite and stupid.
Then, the mellifluous agony of the puppet’s
dream,
A savage listening.