My diamond in the sky is liquefying,
Melting into the clouds that merge,
Dripping down its cyan canvas,
Catching airplanes in mid-air,
Killing off engines,
Sending them along their way,
Deep into the dark Atlantic oozecean in black rucksacks.
My eyes are like frag grenades,
And here you are,
Licking your lips after indulging in a lemon.
Nonchalantly plucking hairs off the arms
Of my grandfather clock.
My sight is curtailed
And excavated of color,
Under your orders.
Did you find something worth your while?
Fill them up with cement,
And write your initials before letting dry?