Tuesday, March 18, 2008

for an old friend

the snow is melting
rivers into your heart
the sun is melting snow
burning rivers
into your heart

little puddles & rivers
into your heart
like the tears of my suffrage
they burn you

but not intentionally,
of course.

the snow is melting rivers into your heart.

& once its all mushy and
red like a blood clot
the oxygen stops releasing
to your brain

i take your mushy heart
and it melts bloody between my fingers
burns holes in my hands.

you YAWN because you're losing
the oxygen in your brain.

little mushy melting puddles
of blood clots and salty tears.

the snow is melting blood clots
in my brain

but i still have oxygen.

bloody brain clots &tumors
salty dirty snow
rivers of blood and tears
melting solace in your heart

but not intentionally,
of course.

spring is coming
melting all the surfaces away

the birds are chirping
spitting up blood and tumors
because their hearts break for us,

but they can still sing.

they serenade your mushy
puddle of a heart

they sing my song to you.

they melt us together
so we become one
salty puddle

bloodless &full of oxygen

i can breathe again
but your skin is getting whiter

i will breathe the life
back into you

with my bird song
and the blood of my own heart
and the oxygen of my own brain

the sun of my soul.

i will recreate the shape
of your heart
with my own little hands

and it will beat beat beat
healthy again

your face is getting flush
no more mushiness and clots.

your heart thump
thump thumps

for me

because i reconstructed it
with my little hands

i breathe into it and mold it
until its just right again
and i hand it to you.

its so hot.
burning holes in my hands
through my little bloody fingers

you take it from me and
YAWN

you need some more oxygen.

i take your face
in my little bloody hands
and breathe all my oxygen
into your mouth

and it goes down down down.
deep into your blackened lungs.
you go, "ahh"
because you can breathe again

your head balloons up
and sighing,
you inhale deep

all the oxygen of my heart.

you won't yawn again anytime soon

with your re-mended heart
in my little hands
& all my oxygen
breathing down your lungs

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