Friday, September 15, 2017

Borderline Valentine

Hair grows and the nails
The skin is always fluffing off
The kidneys are still straining yesterday
While the liver dozes in its pails
Waiting for the bile to make
Another run another intervention
As if the world was inside my organs
And just a dry reflection of them
But the worst is to be cast out
As too much trouble or when
One lung says to the other
I just can’t trust you anymore
Or the red and the blue bloods
Hunker down in the fox-holes
Of the heart and start shooting

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