Sometimes my heart
Is a led balloon
That will not float.
Sinking
With the weight of its
tender mercy
And pressing tears
Like grapewine from the fruit
Of one
too many failures
I am at the mercy
Of these hours
Just
a simple thing
Bone balanced atop bone
Precarious around nightfall
Soft young skin leaning and
listening mightily
For one sound that speaks of
The wordless
Sweet and bitter
I could
really
Taste.
Make me know the meaning
Of these
diversions and dead-end wishes
This aloneness.
There is strength
And there is solace
Yes there is mercy
In that