near Vancouver, BC, Canada
I have no heart...
I have no heart
but one which bleeds
without remorse or charity.
I have no words
but borrowed ones -
only new each time they're used
then old again and richer for the petty theft
I have no chest to sound or house
such poetry and only
emptiness to mark the echo-glyph -
the sound unformed, intended, formed and
counter formed. Reservation against reach
against withdraw against remorse against against.
I am without. Were time, I'd wait. But not
against the inside straight sequential time
of heartbeats and line breaks. Mine or