Pit Of The Heart
Pit Of The Heart
On Wednesdays
Words sit on my tongue
Like antidepressants
They keep forcing down my throat
Twenty days a month
With a milkshake (flavor: guilt)
I cough three words at a time
And search them on google.
Does crying make you pee frequently?
Can human brains explode
from simultaneous flame and frost?
Insanity may not be futile after all.
Flowers climb up the strands of my hair
The way Romeo climbed Juliet's window
Only these do not profess love to me
But are craters of feeling split in half
My eyes are the perennial source of a burning pyre
A cemetery of memories plotting cosmic conspiracies
A hammer being dragged between my lungs.
I've spent nights wiping tears
On pitted mountains
Of quick conclusions,
Replaced teeth with board pins
And fastened my lips
With the lapel kind,
Choked 4ams
With polaroids from back in time.
I'm heels pressed against the wall
To prevent hell from breaking loose
I'm claustrophobia cartoned in
With a chilled latte
I'll ask you to
Bury my soul in yours
Gift my brain to Homer
My heart to Bukowski
And settle for nothing less.