Proclamation

Oh Heart

How you beat

stirring 

the tenderness

I tried to kill

Let the beating

of your chambers

be the rhythm

proclaiming life

Night of the Cross

Inelegant sounds of the body

escaping into the night

Wide awake and listening

I cannot sleep

I leave her be

I'm just as guilty 

How did a year get stolen

so easily

How quickly everything

fell apart 

I almost killed myself

in the slow motion way

too many get caught up in

I stopped

but wonder

what would be

if I kept going

The only bottle I crave

is the European mineral water

I buy by the case

I could fall apart so easily 

once more

The thin line between 

order and disorder

could fit through the eye

of a needle

I'm tired but don't wish 

to give in

to peace

I wish to sit here

and languish

and crucify myself

to the cross of my past

Iron nails caked 

with dried crimson

My side pierced

with your spear

words caught in my throat

fingers pluck them easily

sets them down on white

Between Queens and Somers

Rain pummels the windshield.

Night has fallen heavily.

White lines marking blacktop.

Uneasy focus.

Straining vision.

Who knows what time it is

as the road curves.