the shift to sour
in their eyes as you
plummet from imaginary heights
might be more excruciating although
it’s hard to fathom greater pain.
welcome to the world of fallen idols,
her museum of decapitated dolls
smashed hips, heads and feet.
now they are your peers.
say goodbye to that buoyant druggy lift
your heart sang along with the birds–
and even things that usually phased you
just washed away.
although you will eventually discover the
museum was condemned long ago along with the
haunted house in which it sits and the proprietress
has always been engaged to the wink of the
blade, the fall-down-fade-out waking to the
aftertaste of bitter pills.
with practice, the shift to sour
may be borne with greater
equanimity or even avoided
in the first place along with the
museum the house the blade the