worst fear

Your Wedding day was sagging

With impermanence.

Another desperate plea to the 

Universe:
My existence is pertinent,

My existence serves some deep hunger,

My existence has become impossible.

Paint your wife naked;

Before birth, before potent pregnancy,

Before the physical becomes shared history,

Words and nothing else,

Words debasing her own instance,

Before she sags with impermanence,

Becomes The consequence of your actions.

Playboys croon of what better men

Have acquired. What you will dream of

And never touch. What you can touch is real,

And valuable by some means,

It is what you couldn’t have expected.

But the unreal still blacks out your eyes.