Milk Chocolate

A Poem by Richard

Paramour, moon locomotive
and farewell, leaky drain pipe
pull the lever, boy

And let the coal powered engines burn bright
dust the dirt from my shoes
and file the paperwork up
on the shelf with the lamp

Buzzing out with the flies
and take the girl on the rackets some water
and thaw her frozen teardrop
and put the soup to her mouth
and take the files back down
and write ‘deceased’ at the top
unless she wants to wake up
and see the reticent boy
with the fire in his eyes
who needs the love to rise up
and not another empty cup
on this lonely steam powered ship
that takes exactly 8 passengers
a real luxury craft

With a full dining set
and a bucket full of paint
ready to change the color

Of any love that’s been lost
in the battle of wills
that left a trail of blood
which was mopped up by the flood
when the boy was swept up
by the mouth of the sea
and the parapet crashed
but that was yesterday’s news
and now he stares at the girl
with the diamond charm necklace
that the coal had produced
but he knew she wasn’t coming back
so he spilt his tears in her eyes
-she used to use for goodbyes
he couldn’t catch them in time
and now he’s packing up his bag
and punching out for the day
but wait the girl shivers awake
and her milk chocolate eyes squint
through the hair on her face
she whimpers beautifully
the boy stops dead in his tracks
and turns and looks back
and drops the pick in his hand
his knees are shaking so much
that he can’t even stand
to see her in so much pain
or confusion, all the same
he climbs the ladder that never
ever ends for some reason
and somehow she knows his name
and calls it 14 times
so he fumbles to the top
and he touches her hand
and he gives her a kiss
and it keeps him alive