Shiny Tin Boxes

I say I never meant to hide it from you, but we both know better
Boxed up babies and
Chronological change purses
shiny tin boxes, alphabetized,
Alkali bunnies, corroding dust
Empty fucks gone habitually, inappropriately
jawdroppingly knowable,
last minute nicknames
offered as payment for
quiet rapacious shower tableaus, but
Unraveling Winnie-the-Pooh verses
Won’t explain you
ziplining a pistol

Ave Maria came over the hill, and I
Tucked under the window pane
wanted to give it all to you
sensible. Never strange. Never
reeking of molecules that failed to rise
and evaporate into a fresh morning

shiny tin boxes left to rust
concealing decades of lost Scrabble games
Perfumed talc dusted hip bones,
Toothless nights spent whistling the
Idiot’s Guide to the String Theory
Dog-earing Robert Burns on
Sexual Healing, Doing
Odometer reads while gunning
the engine, bargaining the yard chickens
to coo a little longer


A poem for Read Write Poem, which I haven't contributed to in so very long. I tried to follow the prompt, but it went awry somewhere. I'm posting this anyway because they keep telling us we don't have to follow the rules. Had to use some trickery (i.e. challenge games) to pull this one out of me. See if you can spot the two I used.