It Was All Your Fault:

[Philatone]

hey billy!

A day
of pleasurable pain;
grasped by mortality,
making the sun
sleep with darkness.

I do have a thing for short poems, they do carry an immediate impact a lot of the time. One thing I felt as I read was that I didn't have much to grab onto. The imagery, even for the last two lines, I had difficulty picturing, though I thought I understood the words perfectly. I think having a more specific title would work wonders, just a suggestion though--it would allow you to be more abstract on the inside.