Tuesday, March 10, 2009

"For Heart" Revised (three poems)

Pulsing
against
chest wall.

Meaty
flesh layers
muffle
buried rhythm.

Refusing
rest.

Thank you.

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I'm so sorry Professor.
I tried to read the texts you assigned,
but my heart beat.
You must understand how
distracting it can be for organs to
announce themselves
through layers of meaty flesh
with fox-skin drums
pounding out onto an arm
tucked between chest and floor.
How can anyone read like that?

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Never take for granted
life's most important rhythm.

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