Bitter Heart

Creeping ennui settles silently over
The screaming rooftop
Pelted by heavy droplets of crystalline tears.

The morbid bird in my garden sings
A burlesque song of hellfire deep, as
The leaves shook and shivered in the poignant wind.

Now that my heart is only a
Blackened maar that was once the pernicious volcano
I look at the tattoo on the Nazi lampshade

And I smile.