Look at the Hell I made!nHe says to you, wedding eve, with hisnslight smirk that strips your judgment and clothes.nnOvens are off, and petrified pillows laze.nSandy sun, muffled by drapes glazed.nBurning kitten’s corpses, assortments of flies crawlnunder broken boards, lovely little curios.nTheir legs are broken.nnCardboard wood, brush by the fences.nIt’s a construction zone, broken no-smoking sign.nBuild a porch for the friends to have a little drink.nTonight, we’ll have fun under the fireworks moon.nThe fireworks will just be dust.nRomance and whiskey, it’s a novel we’re working.nnToys lie chaotically, dots of food stains.nAir rotates in the ambiance.nThe bookcase loves unmentionables.nThe twenties flapped a bit morenthan those birds in the sky.nInk laden wings, and tar for eyeholes.nnYou didn’t notice the vacancy signs on their eyes.nYou didn’t scent morning sighs,njust moonlight breath.nAt dinner the silverware sweats a mad reverb.nIt was hard of hearing.nnPills on plates and booze in blankets.nThere’s no innocence left in the damn house.nYou just might not animate.nTattoo bruises from toy machine capsules.nThat’s what he gave her.nWhy did the video game echo pause?nThe radio spat out Aerosmith.nnDaddy’s a glassmaker.nMommy is glass, nwith porcelain lips and tiny black X’s.nShe’s worth more than china.nnMommy is glass.nShe’s scattered on the carpet.nShards of her in bags, and you each get a piece.nTwo for you, two for you, one for you.n