#1

days have passed
the sun is setting
the moon is brittle
and i'm betting
you will beat me
silly then
beat me twice
and twice again
for laughter at
and giggles by
the jiggles in
your aging thighs
for tears upon
and sighs a top
the broken handle
of our broken mop

alas, it's daze
of past
and unsettling
sons who last
showed love
shoved under
brittle calm shattered
asunder by my barks
of angry thunder at
children's shouts
during silly spats

the daze that passed
and disquieting sun
the moon, the stars
and you.. the one
who always promised if
love should fade
and night envelope
how you'd always stay

the moon is brittle
bets are off
we're so broken
i can't help but scoff
at days long passed
and voices raised
sunsets settled
into a dull gray haze

i see your hand
fall in a swing
the pain
the pain
the joy it brings

i hear your voice
and smirk a gloat
that's not a tear
just a mote
of dust, distrust
or long lost lust
oh yes
oh no
we're a bust.