The War Inside

Crazy
Comet
Cupid
Credenza
All inside a plastic fork
Jabberingly jabbing the
Tiny eyes from
Out
Out
Out
The tiny sky that
No one can see
Because of the lazy tarp
Crawling upon its back,
Blotting out the sun,
Crazing into the yellow fibers that
Stretch out above space and time,
Yellow,
Bent to wishing backward,
Smithereens of leftover color
That have swum out of existence
Before there was any
Caring;
Crumbling,
Dainty deeds done to
Time and
Sticks and
Elbows withered by worn,
Warm
Welcoming
And Wednesdays spent in the sun,
All day in the sun,
Carrying back all the dishes done
To this side of
Eternity.
All the mothers flock like elbows inside a pantry.
All the widows walk to war
Inside their chewing cheeks.
Children pass on by
Inside,
Leveling their bubble-gum at the
Outsiders
Who only want to
Play
Their
Games
And
Win.