My heart floats into a tragedy
Like cats painted on my baby boys nursery wall.
Destined and predetermined
And midnight moon lonely.
Don’t scare me.
Don’t listen to those lonely secrets.
Don’t float the note, sealed in the
Hand-crafted sailing boat down the community stream.
Don’t cry the grass alive
From your lonely tower.
I’m a birthday balloon
From cheap dollar store blues.
My heart floats on into tragedy.
A single bill with no underlining.
I’m a water and chips
At the liquor store diner.
I’m on the lonely side of uncomfortable fabric.
And my heart floats into unrequited tragedy.
And your loose limits
Are crying my name.