to thou
who cut the hole
in my paper cup
just as things
were looking up
sending me
tumbling down
with a thud
to
the ground
with a most
unpleasant sound
words from my lips
that
should not be heard
by man or beast
but nonetheless
they were uttered
and then
i saw
an old priest shudder
and
even a butterfly flutter
with wings changing
from
white
to
pink
oh that i could
recall
those words
but reverse blessings
do have their place
especially when they’re
in your face
we rent this space occupying it briefly but everything in the room is ours from the furnishings to random thoughts even the broken dreams scattered throughout the years are ours so it seems strange that we cannot share this small space with whom we choose those who pretend to be our landlords keep insisting that their rules must be followed rules designed for their pleasure and their pleasure is power over others but we pay the rent