29 January 2009

Broken

I wrote this poem for M. Ward, who wrote the song "Chinese Translation" and posed the question, "What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?"


Turn each piece over

in your hand:

this glass

tossed

spit

from the ocean,

red

dripping

beating

one

two:

count

slowly

backwards

from death.

2 comments:

www.eartheats.wordpress.com said...

blogger automatically formats left-justified. that's some bull-shit.

Jes said...

Aw, boo, Blogger!

But doesn't detract from the brilliance of this poem! I love that it has the ocean in it. :) nice one, Mar.

M Ward, if you read this, we love your tunes! :-)