heavy heart

a man without a heart
weighs the same
as a woman his height

his frame sunken
by the bulk of his chest
twisted and morose

and hers inviting
carrying the world
with a solemn ease

machinations of words
falling from ceilings
under leaky roofs

musky and raw
filled endless corridors
with heavy visions


the older I get
the more I hate the sound
of my own voice

rattling
like a rusted door
shielding a sudden wind