The Mindless Loop of My Heart


I wish the mindless loop of my heart,
Would soar to another place,
Some muscled county with knotty strength,
A country protected with iron shields and rock castles.

Instead, I wander the worried tundra,
Horned beasts slipping past – ghostly,
Field mice scattered like leaves over my feet,
I lope through yellow trampled grasses,
Careful not to look too far into the past or future.

If I could gather fortunes,
I’d slide each omen into my pocket,
Prophecies leaking like blood,
Oozing from this circle of slits,
A pouch of happiness is all I wanted.

My heart is uneasy with this distant rustling,
This quick stillness that could be a storm,
Or maybe just an hour of nothingness,
The feel of ozone rains on my tongue.
A stiff piercing jolt of what-the-fuck,
Runs through me, I stumble.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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1 Response to The Mindless Loop of My Heart

  1. poeticgrin says:

    I did not expect the lines “A stiff piercing jolt of what-the-fuck,/Runs through me, I stumble.” And I loved them. :)

    Good poem!

    Like

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