Let
me tell you what I know about
my
broken heart
this is the rhythm of it falling
apart
toss
the stones in the river because
we
are
we
are coming up for air again
What
did I even know about
guilt
and sin
all
of the dreams that
I
was dying in
it
was a curse it was a blessing it
was
utter nothingness
until
it skidded and came crashing
home
No
telling how the earth will
record
this disaster
whistling dixie
in the wind
as if I had the
answer
ballet with fractured form
tripped
up by vengeful rapture
the hammer flung
against
the wall
Dismantled
piece by piece into
a
million parts
buried
back with Santa at
the
Christmas tree farm
what
is dead is what is real to
the
falling apart
we
heard the siren but not the
alarm
I
wonder how I will know when
the
sky becomes my master
when dreams of
yesterday stop
mocking me with
laughter
tomorrow
is today tornadoes
circling
my trailer
I was wrong over
and over again
Now
I whisper to the wind about
my
broken heart
failing
in slow motion
not
a subtle art
toss
the stones in the river because
I
am
I
am here alone at the end
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