February 27, 2009
Your heart keeps the time, ticking
to explode,
clotting and filling your body
of wasted moments.

Watch the red fill the
rusted tin,
charcoal rain, seeping out
of the holes,
closed up by stitches.

Surgeons tying together loose
ends of their own lives,
the patient flat lines,
autopsy reveals no answer,
the coroner found the clock.

Pounding of your vessels,
oxygen from left atrium
to right ventricle of an
arm. Sneaking through
loose ends.

Leaking through streams, infecting the
rest, stuck on walls,
the plaque on your teeth
stop to chatter,
no strings can help now.

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