My heart;
I fooled it,
Protected it,
Deep in me,
From love.
To not heed about it.
But then...
I was tricked.
And my heart jumped;
Lifted in a flight;
To the mirage-hope,
To be loved  back.
The flight was high,
And when pulled back
By the extreme gravity,
Fallen and hurt,
From truth,
With an Unsoundable dud.
My heart said-
"Hey you! That was 
Just a stunt. And I'm fine."
But it weep and bleed,
And seep in words.
And maybe poetry.
Yet it says-
"Hey you! It's just
My experimental words.
You know me
Nothing relates me. "

Who are you swine who do not love?
Oh! You're me
Or someother thing with standards
bereft of humanity
where is that container
of my litany sunken
to bubbling snot
plaintively
will you
hear
me

I circle the j key with my fingertip
Push 'til you see
or raceagainst pressing matters
marked against
that which you mark
against being you
slipping 'n' high
emanating
all your
deaf
ness