Once Upon a Time Poems

Mr. Fix-it

Yours is a fishy love,
a frivolous firstling,
with flagrant teeth and claws;
you’ll go blind
or jump off a roof,
attempting to fix
everything.

You try,
as if my flack,
trying to fine-tune
my performance,
to sort out my mind
by offering
some stupid alternative
I do not need.

What’s the use
in frocking a lost cause
with cheery vestments?
There are pains so deep,
they are wordless,
and there is no way out.