[ .the.hearts.of,man. ]
please, turn off, our trampled heart
tramp it is, the switch is easy
all in grasp, your finger-hold
the martyr, only pending
on the edge, the push-start pull cart way
you waddle concert steps
and perspiration varies
of the urban town
the drill of lye
as all will to eye-folds over
ever obsessant, incandescent
your loving lies, the landscape scrawling
out the lines of pen in distances
you only knew, you only held
in hands that have not touched
the hearts of man
© Bryan McLean June 4, 2010
071/100:2
please, turn off, our trampled heart
tramp it is, the switch is easy
all in grasp, your finger-hold
the martyr, only pending
on the edge, the push-start pull cart way
you waddle concert steps
and perspiration varies
of the urban town
the drill of lye
as all will to eye-folds over
ever obsessant, incandescent
your loving lies, the landscape scrawling
out the lines of pen in distances
you only knew, you only held
in hands that have not touched
the hearts of man
© Bryan McLean June 4, 2010
071/100:2
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