gruyere and brie for no one but me

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