Dockside Dolls
“Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun.” –The Beatles
Our love was like
A trash can kids threw fast food trash in.
Your beauty reminded me
Of Picasso’s “Guernica,” sort of messed up but cool.
Your body,
A broken pinball machine, kept knocking free games,
But I couldn’t play
Because I was completely formless.
I couldn’t see clearly,
So I crashed into the beach and destroyed everything.
Ants wanted to surf me,
But I was too high.
I reached down to hug you
And in doing so caused another eclipse.
So I mooned you,
And you mooned me back, and we were happy.
Our love
Soaked into the beach like spilled Sprite.
Time went by
In audible clicks.
Tiny, fluffy children
Floated drowsily across the sky.
Their voices sounded distant and happy
Like a memory of Hi Ho Cherry-O.
You stared at me
Through glasses that looked like telescopes.
You said,
In a metallic voice,
“Why did we bring them into this world?”
Each word scraped like a U-boat piston.
I must have appeared
As a blob at that point.
The kids became
Eternal Whack-A-Mole.
Homework glided down and fluttered around our legs,
Pecking at leftover scraps.
“I wish we had a German Shephard,” you said,
And then you exploded.
“I want to be alone,” I thought
As I slowly evaporated in the sun.
–Aaron Belz”