Words are wasted
            on you. And so I
            become a balloon
                        untied.

            Shriveling,
            I spiral down,
            down and out
                        out of control.

            You are
            the dream-killer
            besotted with all the reasons
                        why not, you can’t,
                        it won’t.

            Miser-masochist, you
            dangle 1/16^th carat
            ring over my head and
                        tell me to
                           jump
                        when you say
                           jump

            and when I do
            you laugh
            uproariously,
                        mock me,
                        let your

            droppings of disdain
            plop squarely between
            my eyes and so
                        cast me 

            in your shadowy light,
            hell of a world
            where nothing
                        changes.