when I heard
Miss Piggy laugh,
on those days ?
I would be OK
between the oceans
of pain, we had paddled
to meet

plastic bags of magic
hang from fishing poles
wheeled in, by flying nuns
with blessings
of water and love,
we divined ways to forget,
the moments in minutes
when agony pushes through

to shave another piece off
our shared sheer will,
and eating the pieces
were the demons
we all harbor,
unwilling jailers
of repeat offenders
spot our roll-call

barf jokes became
our Da Vinci Code,
and when one of us
started losing ground
it was you who brought
us back around,
the eternal clown
no frowns allowed

rest in Elysian fields
my darling,
in the wee hours
eternity crept from eyes
and misted with disbelief,

from the oceans we traveled
we drink a drop
to you
our funny love,

damning all sorrow
to another day