"The Heart..."

 

     The heart deep-sixed this dark again

    as my whole weight tilts through

    the spider web you spin around the frame

    of the door that holds us in. You stake your claim,

    summer ushers it in, for hearsay’s plans

    and your private plane tips me over;

    my guts fall out, overboard

    with all of the other failures

                                5/9/1994

                                NYC