THE FINALE

a stranger,

a
complete
stranger

makes his way
into my heart, ever
so stealthily;

(muted footsteps and all)

but i live quite happy
ignorance is bliss.

* * *

and while I'm busy laughing
scoffing, and cracking,

he quietly bull-dozes
his way
all over
inside me.

each on his own trip...
i still live quite happy.


* * *

but he is not content,
no sir.

he must torment me too.

the sweet slumber's broken.

the mind is confused,
the reason's getting fuzzy,

I settle down somehow.


* * *

all seems well
the notes are right
a crescendo is reached.

* * *

the wine glass shatters.