Mark Heathcote Poems

What is there to shelve but our memories?
At first, we fill a dozen albums a year
Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory's
But as age surpasses our smooth veneer
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I have a tear, that will be mine forevermore
But it won't fall… it's been there frozen
In my tear duct waiting for a meltdown pour
But it won't be moved, not even for you, my cousin.
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Who wants to beat up on the moon?
Place another purple clustered crater
On it soon
Who wants to take a piece out of me?
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My eyes they’re bleeding
In an internal centrifugal force
You won’t see the blood
I’m just too coursing to bleed…
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Reeling in pain, blue air
what do I care?
Joy is a figment just as deep as despair.
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There is a turning of the tides
But all I want to do is be with you
In the shivers when you blush.
All I want to do is be with you
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You take your brushes ghost painters
What is your reason?
I hear a crashing of cymbals
Are you an artist who bleeds in sepals?
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I've got a granite heart
But recently it's been like putty too.
So I'm mixed up and confused
And I don't know now just what to do.
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Will I know life and death in paradise?
Will I feel hunger and thirst?
Will I experience warmth even when I'm cold?
Will, I shed tears of happiness when I'm dead?
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