12/21/17 2:48 AM
The only downside
To having your heart firmly in its cavity
Is losing the drip
Slow flow loss leads to sterling depravity
The writing doesn’t go
You try to jumpstart it with puzzling cardiac shocks
And old books
But still it just won’t go
The food is all stale
So much so that the library
A place for real decay
Tastes familiar in the air
I go back for seconds
Take home leftovers
Flirt with the girl with the dark mark on her arm
It’s about all that’s there
Quiet now, the air is getting too fresh
Now that my chest is firmly bound
Leakproof and sealed
It’s my knees that fall over the ground
I’d worship at an altar
If it had good enough cheese