Down By My Eyes

I laughed when the words became the writers.
Half the sky fell apart into little bloody cartridges.
And fey suitors whose fractious charms were teeth.
Fortunately, a gang of thugs went off like a parade.

In the ensuing light, keys from machines fought wars.
I had a cartoon sandwich, and a grillfriend.
We barbecued agonies and lost stars at dusk.
Down by the way that used to be the sea but fell.

I had something once, like a memory of having.
Various books were peripherally related.
My story makes a thumping sounds in heaven’s wreck.
Down by the way that used to be the sky, but fell.