Smack Up (a romance)

I can see your halo’s attached
but it looks a little bent
like Thursday morning wrapped around
a self-conscious 12-pack in the fridge

I guess I’d prefer something a bit more
sublime & unreasonable like
the day the ocean woke up
on the wrong side of the pier

You could feel the damp seep down
through a roof of thatched
shadows I never believed but
had learned to live with

& now the neon you hoped would
keep you warm has
melted forming a neat little
puddle at your feet

& you can dive right in if you want to
& tunnel your way out later
with a teaspoon