Anne Walsh: Monday 4th April, 2016 #4 Day Kills Me

Day Kills Me

I am as well as an unloved Beloved can be poisoned

by the blue of your absent shirt, your eyes

since you left a shot of constant presence

and I’m a worthless drunk.

How can I  get  away from being under the sky?

All your defibrillating  blue?

Kingpin in Pinstripes, pulling day out of the holster of your cowboy boot.

And because my eyes are peeled with love I never see it coming.

I’m on the ground marvelling at how quick a shot day is.