Small Chaos

As a boy I was silent

And leaves

Of night-time winds and rustled pages

In a flashlight glow of whispered

Wonder

At the edifice of self-same-surgery

And misplaced kindnesses of form

And formalized kisses

I dreamed a child of glass and steal

Made crystalline and beautiful

Against their noisy struggling need

To take and toss and trash along

And shimmering road

I gave freely

I knew

No better than I could appraise

My brittle bones all cracked and gilded for the kiln

He lives now

Looming thread blood-uhm-pump

Handsome simile of smile lines smoothed before they could furrow

Or make-grow anything so slippery as love

I hope he knows it

A-dream beneath the earth

That a mourning backwards unsours to joy

Small chaos, I hold you still

Be good