dragon in the house again

fight tomorrow, right now you sip on lotus flowers

and stare

into his eyes — amber orbs that snare sunlight

disfigure, dismember, and disembody the gold

into yellow death like you’ve never smelt before

dragon say what dragon do

yellow death honey-suckled upon your breast

once

shoes were laced — barefoot by the bell

our human feet were free to fray on fields of wildflowers — and wildfire

once we cared more about mysteries than gods

dragon detective, dragon defective

burning phosphine gas to melt resentment

everything

so much smaller — you start fighting about keys

slaughter under covers to hide the stench

daughter was undercover, she smells yellow death

now dragon feeds on human larvae but

craves damsels in distress

those girls

still taste alive — honey don’t need your money anymore and

yellow death doesn’t follow him to oregon or egypt or toronto

and those girls can still have babies

dragon daddy has opal eyes but yours look awfully mortal

doctoring notes on yellow death and divorce 

hoping you

could resemble him — and you didn’t even notice when you did

because he died terribly with a necklace of sweat beads and a ruptured esophagus 

hoping you wouldn’t write that down too 

dragon in the house again

we thought you left for good this time— that flight to oregon seemed final

tea?

no thank you — i’m on my way to egypt

the pyramids are calling, calling

and this is getting so familiar.

i think i could love you if your love was less

reserved

dragon only trembles in the discerning dark

that’s why he blackens the windows before clawing the lightswitch

to scream

at yellow death — till she scares you back

lying on the floor, you know you’ve gone too far

to scream. so you walk out