Shine brightly night upon a happy man
and watch him fill
the shallow hole he dug:
Open his wallet.
Infect his leather with latex & wealth.
Hand that man awash in darkness
a torch, not a lantern,
and teach him
the meaning of trampled daffodils
scorched writing poems to April.
Desterilize dirt and dust the dungeon
of a middle-aged dragon.
Tomatoes will vine and carrots leaf.
Suffocate the happy man
with digs of faraway joy.
Suffer brown eyes of an innocent boy
who tinkers a muted flashlight
buried alive by his father’s spoon.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019