Broadsides Redux Project: -organ donor on ice-

organ donor on ice

organ donor on ice

my very own words fuck me,
like im drunk on formaldehyde
live tissue covering a worthless heart
I am drowning in vague images
tv reruns of a single night
that has lasted my entire lifetime.

do I even remember
the last time I kissed a girl?
so, no this isn’t about a girl.
scarred deep inside my vital(?) organs
I am now only a sieve for paper mache
rerun glimpses of happy.

If I believe in God
and this is how detached
I have become, then
It is no longer a struggle
to fix the broken or write anew,
It is now just an inevitable ER waiting room,

so here I live watching myself
in the waiting room watching -waiting
the pink ice melts away in the tub
the endless drone of an auction
for a heart worth nothing.
and all I can hear is the auctioneer.

Posted by The_Emotional_Orphan   @   30 July 2010

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