The Threat of Happiness

Gia by Tom Clark Photography

She’s placidly
slipping down from ecstatic
pockets
into the calm understatement of bliss.
Which
rides its own horse-
the threat of happiness.

Sinister treads the heartbeat,
regular and full-fledged.
Then your porcupine smile
replaces her with heart,
reduces ego to mud;
and life filters through blood.

The little and mister devilish
masters conciliation of the spiciest recanters,
then smears
monkey core with ticklish.

Don’t pleasure
the
killing fields
without protection.
You’re better off
here,
where honeysuckles proliferates
new visions of her.

You’ll need remembrance on the galloping trail,
to cradle your body
with draconian bliss.

Cool your blocks before stepping in,
so her feathers won’t hurt you.
She’ll dot your eyes
and you’ll cross her teasing contagion
with cramped ridicule and haughty marauding.

And finally, wherewithal will ensue.

 

September 2005
(poem V. in The Chelsea Chronicles)

 

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