a death wish

for once i wish
for love to never have existed,
for egos and desires,
feverish clutches and
long tears that follow the heart
and its follies;
i wish for the death of wishes.

broken branch, burned hat,
torn umbrella and decimated glass,
lend your story
to the story of every
heart betrayed,
give your wisdom
to the keeping of wise hermits.
let us abandon this passion,
these passing fancies
whereby we are dismayed
by rain and crucified
by sunlight.

never again, but perhaps
this is a lie,
will i look for the rose
that hides its thorns
behind the sculpture
of its figured scent.
no, give me a simple fish,
a commoner's potato,
rusted tool or glass of water,
an honest piece of cloth
and a straightforward pair
of scissors, so i can cut an image
of my heart and stitch it
to my sleeve, so you can see
i am not a wish,
no dream, no ambition,
merely a poem.
maybe you will get the words
in the right order.