“Inside of my heart”

There is a fire
inside of my heart,
where the peppermint burns,
where the painter gives birth,
where my reason is told
that I mustn’t grow old.

There is a flood
inside of my heart,
where the devil begins,
where the poet spits sperm,
where the preacher swigs gin,
and the coffee brews cold.

There is a man
inside of my heart,
who curses the sky,
who stabs at my throat,
who stalks flawless words
after every sour note.

There is a girl
inside of my heart,
who sings me to sleep,
who holds me till dawn,
who abandons me for day,
then comes back
to chase me down.

There is a filth
inside of my heart
where I retired for you,
where a teacher broke rules,
where havenero is salt,
where lipstick wears me,
and the choir does too.

There is a meal
inside of my heart
where the demons bite bones,
where the angels chew tongue,
where the soul hollers brash
for all guests to sit down.

There is genius
inside of my heart
where Paschke never died,
where Cohen never will,
where Bukowski kicks Linda from a sofa,
and Bernstein begs for more noise,
with a please
but no thank you.

narrative poem written on 06-28-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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