Love in Hexasyllables LVI: metrical as heartbreak
your heart is a black spoon
but not a coffee-spoon
i need not measure in
anything other than
metrical as heartbreak
as poets come and go
to bring forth magical
madrigals and magpies
like the shiniest things
mudpies were your desserts
when stressed by the desert
and my riding mopeds
through it with no helmet
no salvation-helmet
to keep you safe from harm
as i stand there with you
in the dank taxi rank
i turn to you and say
all of us are waiting
for someone to rescue
someone to pick us up
and tuck us deep away
inside the magazine
of their un/happy lives
never cover story
always the centrefold
your table of contents
does it have room for me
your heart is a table
and i will feast on it
but not a coffee-spoon
i need not measure in
anything other than
metrical as heartbreak
as poets come and go
to bring forth magical
madrigals and magpies
like the shiniest things
mudpies were your desserts
when stressed by the desert
and my riding mopeds
through it with no helmet
no salvation-helmet
to keep you safe from harm
as i stand there with you
in the dank taxi rank
i turn to you and say
all of us are waiting
for someone to rescue
someone to pick us up
and tuck us deep away
inside the magazine
of their un/happy lives
never cover story
always the centrefold
your table of contents
does it have room for me
your heart is a table
and i will feast on it