THE SOFT RUBBER OF YOUR FALSE SMILES
EUGENE D’VAZ
Hand me the soft rubber
of your false smiles.
I will erase all those flower-words
scribbled on these sheets.
The fox crawls through the undergrowth
in the night of happy dreams.
Walls around me giggle and move away.
I have overstayed in Tantalus.
You have driven a stake
into the calyx of every flower.
Hand me the soft rubber
of your false smiles.
Let me dip my quill in blood
and scribble on these sheets
the scorned secrets
coming from the other side of midnight.