Doc i gotta problem –
it’s this strange beat
poundpoundpound
in my hollow chest
it keeps me awake
it echoes through me
and i am hot as fire
a hazard in bed at night
there are invisible hooks
on invisible strings
tugging me
pulling me

I’m sorry…it’s your heart
I mean that you have one;
it grew in the sodden embers
matured in silence while you
you were solemn and asleep
it is life, alive and in person
pushing outside of you
pressing into the world
that’s what it does you know
growsgrowsgrows

take it out Doc…
i don’t like it this thing
this alien took my cold away
took my icy days away
awayawayaway
this noisy, messy engine
my dear departed death is gone
and i am left
i am left with life…
such a horror