Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Heart Blood

The heart blood
The heart fist
Plumping-out all bare
Like a fast-growing cyst
Has wrapped a vine
A timid mind-grind
Rolling over
And Over
So why should this grow?
When a heart can't know
The timing and seasons
We've missed,
And rage from the belly
Feeds a fat-bleeding jelly
A selfish thing shoved in the chest.

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