Small Automobiles

I pulled my heart out

Kicked it through space,

And left it on the moon. 3  6 2 1 

But it would not die.

Her face was a statue

Licked by sea salt

Lost in her own labyrinth 3 1 8

My Mind flows like an avalanche

Singing softly through the icy patches of green bicycles.

And small automobiles.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

i grasp at the patterns, i wonders at the significance of the numbers three and one and eight

i will circle them like the wheels of green bicycles riding home at supper

[eglantine]

Only question I have is how could you have kicked your heart through space if you already left it on the moon? I love that you left it there so I'd replace the second two lines of the first stanza with some of your outer-world imagery. Thanks for sharing, as always!

[Whales]

Yikes! Thanks for catching that! I switched up the lines by accedent