"beatbeat" poems
The heart is beating;
but that’s all it ever does,
ever does,
just keeps beating beatbeat;
and the heart is beating.
The wound is—-
gaping, gaping wide
The maw within the
maw surrounded by
the teeth, the little arteries
just keep beating.
And the teeth are beating.
——All the while the autumn breathes
her final sigh, sigh,
And who am I?
But is that it?
The heart keeps beating
and the teeth are beating
the autumn breathing
and the spider is weaving.
Drown the sheep in wine
and soap.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 8:15 AM UTC
beat goes my heart
in my caged chest
pounding
reaching
closer
please
beatbeat goes my heart
sparks become inferno
my tongue aflame
calls your name
answer
please
beatbeatbeat goes my heart
pink roses on your cheeks
a scarlet tulip below your nose
silky soft and sweet
stay
please
beatbeatbeatbeat goes my heart
my unlocked passion roaring
as my cheeks I feel are growing
red upon my face
love me
please
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC