Short stack, snack pack, I’m about to have heart attack. Little things, wedding rings, swollen shut arteries. sweating a lot. shop until I drop or until I have a really bad blood clot. Fall like sleet, doesn’t it sound neat not to notice your last heart beat. Pray in the church, while cholesterol lurks insideContinue reading “Heart Problems”
Rain is falling.
My lungs are on fire,
I am the random rambling of a crazy man
Outside a New Orleans coffee shop
All I have left of you
is this vase..
But I don’t sleep very much.
Darling don’t cry your
we are the watchers at midnight whose eyes never close.
by Grant McLaughlin My heart never learns. my heart skips class; my heart turns homework in late or not at all. Half finished assignments, failing every test. My heart talks back to his parents. My heart studies the detail in your iris, but he doesn’t take any notes when tears are falling from them. MyContinue reading “My Heart Never Learns”
The trails near the Rec. Center in Oxford MS
never lack for wonder or sights
of diverse life living in seemingly endless harmony.