Wishes

The clock can keep counting my days
with its merciless impatience
...and the heart can keep pumping blood
sometimes I really don't care.

But these pearls?
what am I to do with these pearls?
throw them back in the Ocean?
make a wish for oysters to yawn?
...and these pictures?
am I to fold them into a glossy paper airplane?
throw it and wish it went back in time?
But how?
How the fuck how?

As I stand before this cauldron of despair
stirring a blackbird in awe and disgrace
it's Madness!
that's all she said it was
madness.

As if my heartache could be cured by a doctor
as if a stethoscope could remove her voice from my soul
as if a pill and weekly conversations could undo this.
Madness.
For love so deep, is woven.

The pearls I threw on the bay
the pictures paper airplane became
I threw away your letters and cards
and the love I tried to recycle
but that failed
again
now my heart is stuck in the shredder
as the genie grants its third wish
for this love was so deep
it was almost madness
and in the fog of the prairies of the south
my soul and ghost will wander aimless
like a blackbird amongst flotsam
and jetsam.