Coast to coast by phone is easier than yards across this bedroom.
Day by day alone is simple. It’s that simple.
Grady’s got a cold heart.
No, that part’s just cold,
Sewn inside it’s own fire,
And baking Grady’s heart of gold.
So don’t take it all so personal-like.
The burning surfaces are caving in,
With both the poles consumed in clockwise spins.
With gulping gasp and grins, we faint from feigning gills and fins.
Is this how it begins?
The newborns nurse as confetti burns
On our favorite cigars, these turgid urns
Fixative enough to say
“Freud would’ve been a proud man, now.”
Grady’s got a cold heart.
No, his heart’s just old,
Bottled up in bell jars
That bolder hearts have broken.
I was just trying to make the last call,
But the hospital guards closed
All the exits around the phone stalls
So I can save on a caving heart of gold.
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