Watch This Hand

You told me that your eyes were yellow,

But, now, I see, they’re black.

You told me that you’d soon return,

But, you never did come back.

I carried with me for way too long,

Your basket of connecting rings,

Your deck of suits, and phony fruits,

And all of your performing things.

Starry-eyed in admiration,

Breath held tight for more,

Then, someone pulled your curtain down,

And revealed your quick trap door.

06.2011