soap opera eyes

rise in octave hearts

bewildered in chance and

reminded at starts

that the light above is

the big light

that the light above is

the first light

you see in childy romance

the light that you see

forever in mid-chance

the big light is yours

and mine in our histories

we have no refined mystery

we cling to the murder,

the pain and the laughter

soap opera eyes
in the pleasant hereafter

sleep uneasily

open eyes heedlessly

once and again in

past gruesome romance

there’s that train whistle

as I clutch my truth pants

soap opera eyes

have the stuff I revere

uppity, negroid, astonished and queer

I’m old now

heedlessly charting my

life with you

we’re okay now

finally out of the blue

we’re okay now

and I am heedlessly loving you
we’re okay now and
flailing anew