Holidae

if only i could destroy you
all your
chernobyl caresses
against my inscissors
my live wires

like piano keys
playing a little malady
a song
passing through
my throat

remembering

instruments strung so tight
to pop and lash

eyes into lento
percussion skins atrophied

i remember

red and blue
color
dancing through

the windows
onto walls
like christmas lights

beckoning

some permanent holiday i'm sure