It’s responsible
for that trip
to the hospital.
The fury of the fist
through the window
of the first floor.
Let the blade
kiss your lips,
See the beauty
in the blood.
Heaven is merely
that moment
in the photograph.
The heart
imprinted
upon the sidewalk.
What happens
when you fall in love
with the beating
of a still heart?
Angels
whisper only lies,
In languages
of metallic
love.
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I love how I can hear the flow of this poem. My favorite stanzas are right in the middle. Heaven is merely/ that moment/ in the photograph./ The heart/ imprinted/ upon the sidewalk.
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ReplyDeleteThis is really great! Your work never ceases to amaze me; you're one of those writers who leave me thinking "Sheesh... I wish I'd thought of that!" I'll be buying your book of poetry when it's published.(:
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