The heart had been stolen and could not locate it
Sinking irregular beats replaced the thumps until
brown shady lumps appeared
one evening and grabbed it
left the residue on the left side of the bed.
Sharp cutting edges
danced around the empty hole.
The numbness, joyless and stillness evolved into beady lights
that blinked waiting for a new one.


Chicago, IL

The aging process has encouraged the creative thoughts.