Heart-Shaped Ufo
the night is barking among the dogs
moaning over the family shame
preaching to the deaf like a blind demagogue
so where’s the collector of common blame now?
something is soaring above the house
heart-shaped and half-baked
it’s slowly making us roused
there was a cadence of stars yesterday
despite the awe they’re sharp as a butcher’s knife
they flew in through walls and window panes
she tried to pick them up and she just cut her hands
and there was a strife about the afterlife
god, these boundless hours, so lurid!
moulded into this blushing bride of mine
locked in a spire by heavens so arid
stagnant in solace she’s mortal and quivering
her heart inside out and her soul on decline
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