You promised to be faithful as the sun,
To stray at day’s end only to return.
But God knows who you smile upon
In the other parts of this Godforsaken world.
And if you’d tell me please why
You’re never around here when I am dreaming
Or in that time when the sheep
Give their last sacrificial bleat.
You couldn’t pick the air or the hound or a whore
To serve your loving metaphor.
You talk of transparency, clearly
Your policy is that of an open door.
Notice I’m in a jamb where
A sheet of glass might be the open air and
I’m not quite sure if I’m making a stand
Or if I am just standing there.
You promised to be faithful as the sun
Which now sets slowly in a concrete sky,
Leaving the buildings and parks and pedestrians,
Gray impressions on my mind.
And the point of that age is
Learning to love someone you live away with,
Who you know just won’t stay,
But you love day to day to night.
Now here I am all marooned on the moon
Whose big cartoonish laugh I can’t see
As I pick at follicles, knowing that baldness
Will one day — alone — set me free.
Well at least from up here it no longer rains,
‘Cept for my fertile tears, which fall toward the Earth in vain.