My heart is a pulsing abnormality
It breaths in invisible smoke
It rustles- trembles
Inside of the nest it lays in
Bird’s eye view
Cracking open egg shells
Into magnificent proportions
Into the darkened night
It whistled a melancholy tune
And sang of a backwards world
Of the golden afternoon
I write to keep my heart alive
But it is still never enough
When our breathing blue sphere
Sucks all the life out of my soul
And obliterates my life’s bluff
Words tremble and break
Nonsense kicks in
My brain can’t handle what my mind is saying
“Captain, captain! We are going down!”
“Man the lifeboats, be quick and don’t make a sound!”
I wonder if the radio broke
If I would still be heard
Or if the static of my voice
Would disappear along with the fishing poles
Dangling from the moon.