Chopped red meats
Still beat and twitch on the floor
Of the museum of modern heart
Where art and terror commingle
It’s real theatre
After three days, I must tell you this
I still can’t erase that scene in October
X standing there with his poems in his fist
His blood and belly full of booze
Staring us down
The gentle audience …
His distain
And his hurting—so hard
Behind that lovely face
As I think of it now
My heart still aches
I tried to get him out of my head
Nowadays everything happens at once
We’re in agreement about that
In fact we’re both part of the same big that
So have a heart
It won’t hurt you
Chopped red meats Still beat and twitch on the floor Of the museum of modern heart Where art and terror commingle It’s real theatre
After three days, I must tell you this I still can’t erase that scene in October X standing there with his poems in his fist His blood and belly full of booze Staring us down The gentle audience …
His distain And his hurting—so hard Behind that lovely face As I think of it now My heart still aches I tried to get him out of my head Nowadays everything happens at once We’re in agreement about that In fact we’re both part of the same big that So have a heart It won’t hurt you
Tom Clark—John’s Heart [paraphrased]