'a wager'

two sides
you beam to me
from your million light-yeared smugness
a farcical leer
only to greet me
on the ringside of a severed moon
decapitated
and shown its place
in the pithy corner of an everyday sky
and that I put a wager out to you,
that for every word I loose to the sky
every thought that is devoured
by this dark dark night
I will be paid in sunny days

yet you-
armed with nights;
like unfinished metaphors
choose to be stupefied
into the debris of your sullenness
every morning
While I floss your teeth--
with romance in that one cloudy puff
that I blow to you through
one million sunshined light years,
only for you to come back~
with a putty red eye by dusk...

alas, winning was such a bittersweet torment....