happiness
is an arrow
shot all
willy nilly
by a blind
archer in
the throes of
a heroin bender
invisible spiders
crawling just
beneath his thin
parchment flesh
sending spasms
as he releases
the trajectory
now severely deviated
in a rough approximation
of god’s septum
to fall flaccidly
to the cracked
pavement covered
in oil spills
which appear
as my parents
fighting when
viewed from the
right angle