the pear under the radiator

by Steven J. Serafiani

A smile creeps from a cigarette raised to my lips in the morning brisk,
joy arrives with this slot machine hand pulling a drink repeat,
happiness is measured in the lonely moon shuttled light,
heart beats to sorrow mined from the depths deepest,
all the things that want to murder me,
keep me alive,
all of this love rushing and crushing,
makes a greek messenger out of me.