Spittoon

someone spit
someone perturbed
the shiny vessel
made it wild-eyed
barbaric
gave it an innocence
that was disingenuous
a mortal design
made this existence
and cast it as waiting
to flee the rocking chairs
to flee the swinging doors
so sordid and degrading
so much time
of mine wasted
drenched in syrup
drenched in mist
when as I am
I could have been
something else
a vase with silk roses
amphora filled with wine
hands cupped together
or myself on a mantle
or myself alone
in the dark
in a silent cupboard
packed with ash, bone
a different vessel
this but not this.