10.17.2012

Filled Up, Let Down, Still Won't Tap the Rockies

When Pangaea split
my heart went as well
feeling its way through the harbors.

This tetanus shot's
had my arm sore for days.
Maybe the needle was rusted.

There's little to say
on medals and scars
that isn't carved slowly
in driftwood.

When my heart explodes
the blood will form islands
that no steel or bronze
will inhabit.

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