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My Heart is a Fish
My heart is a fish swimming in the river,
A little fish with a big death wish,
Throwing itself all over,
Looking for a hook.
My heart is trying to line up
The pickup sticks lying jumbled.
You face may have another name;
And good and bad may look the same.
My heart doesn’t know one situation from another.
My heart fills so many outlines with one color.
My heart will always find some reason to break or maim.
No matter what the cause, it always breaks the same.
Your voice is starting to sound not like yours,
But so much better.
Your drunken written pretty words,
Read like a love letter.
You’re a poet of smooth finesse;
You’re on my mind, hate to confess.
Look at you and me, and you will see
I’m going blind.
I don’t need this, another lover.
Out of your line, I’ll keep my cover.
Surface of scorching knives;
No tenderness belies.
Inside it’s silent but outside it roars.
It’s fire, fire,
It’s a burning sun.
Hear only silent roaring,
Miss the one
Who stirred up tenderness.
None of that here in this.
Throw out your hundred arms like licking flames.
The fish swims lost in circles round and round,
Getting confused between the sea and ground.
My heart needs none of this;
Let it peacefully miss
A feel of love so soft
When it is held it falls apart.
07/19/2011
A little fish with a big death wish,
Throwing itself all over,
Looking for a hook.
My heart is trying to line up
The pickup sticks lying jumbled.
You face may have another name;
And good and bad may look the same.
My heart doesn’t know one situation from another.
My heart fills so many outlines with one color.
My heart will always find some reason to break or maim.
No matter what the cause, it always breaks the same.
Your voice is starting to sound not like yours,
But so much better.
Your drunken written pretty words,
Read like a love letter.
You’re a poet of smooth finesse;
You’re on my mind, hate to confess.
Look at you and me, and you will see
I’m going blind.
I don’t need this, another lover.
Out of your line, I’ll keep my cover.
Surface of scorching knives;
No tenderness belies.
Inside it’s silent but outside it roars.
It’s fire, fire,
It’s a burning sun.
Hear only silent roaring,
Miss the one
Who stirred up tenderness.
None of that here in this.
Throw out your hundred arms like licking flames.
The fish swims lost in circles round and round,
Getting confused between the sea and ground.
My heart needs none of this;
Let it peacefully miss
A feel of love so soft
When it is held it falls apart.
07/19/2011
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