Fun Poem by robert dickerson

You have pulled the plug on all my fun
like a christmas tree at midnight-click, goodnight.
leaving the once-glittering room dark
as the retina digests its feast of light.
Swimming through the dark you have borne me
a pale, white cocktail on a tray and bid me drink
and I did because there was nothing else to do
but swallow the fiery aldehyde. What
cared you for my fun, who sat happily
at Nebuchadnezzars' gig, who repolarize things?
You have pulled the plug on all my fun
like a christmas tree at midnight.
I am your own.