The End of an Engine

August 20, 2009

hearts, yellow hearts
shallow and tainted
misguide you

through hoops of fire
trials of blood
and broken skin

to win is to win
it all and so every
bone inside you
sings like the strings
of your guitar
without a
glass of gin

so if i was a engine
i’m not longer holding on
i’m in a place inside a seed
where even the leaves don’t know

a cottage on an island on
a drifting sea
in the heart of a star
where red blood
no longer flows


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