Ballets are only inches

concentric eager pitches

simple pictures eaten whole

poison berries, amber grout

things in ears and funneled

love as in a flailing elbow

the heart, a ruddy bone

squashed and scrubbed so

it can infiltrate the eye

the all saving grace in the hole

pay me no mind, sticky stuff

reciting, sleep deprived

circles, dirges, sunk lustrous

each a spinning top

upon another flaccid face

just a gentle reminder, I know

you know what’s good for you