Love's Dumb Pain

Love’s Dumb Pain

There’s a cord playing with

my blood muscle’s soul—

struck, plucked harp strings,

tickling to tune their songs of pain.

There’s harmony in my arteries, 

Hearts aren't all that break, carry

me to meet my familiar friend, again.

Hello, lONEly. You, who knew we’d grow old together,

and not with her. I suppose you knew,

just lied in wait, or did you forget?

Is this your way of saving me

the hassle? Finally, eyes see

clearly through these teary

messages writing notes on my cheek.

They don’t blind like

that damn cherub and his God

forsaken arrows. I see you

plain as anger sees pain

Old friend. Music

sounds better slowed down

to mimic that harmony, that

cord playing inside down

in my dark depths humming,

drumming, beating away

pain to make room

for more. Da dumb.

Da dumb. Da dumb.