I don't understand my heart
amongst all the brown ties
and blue sheets
clamoured and adored
books squeezed by black metal
lying there bored and read
I don't understand my heart
when a vision is pure
yet the night seems dark
sweaters that love
and a calculator
that just won't calculate
I don't understand my heart
with all the good and malicious intent
the history looking upon me
shaking its head:
you know better lights
that have swallowed better men
I don't understand my heart
draped and messy
white and rigid:
were these the tales to his grandson
that confirmed the few brass owls?
Medals are your vision
production is your decree
don't let the drawers
of a vision take you from
your house of inner listen
Damn this heart
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4 comments:
i like this beaucoup
no doubt.
and i'd say no one really understands their heart, so you're not alone in that one.
The squirrel understands you...
My favorite so far.
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