Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

The Heart


This heart
used to beat a rhythm
joyous
pure
simple
and catchier than a pop song

O this heart
used to make men cry
and make women believe
in promises again

This heart
had me thinking like a dove
flying with clouds
proving that the Earth
was not the only destination

O how this heart
used to talk to the stars
learning the universal secrets
sharing those secrets to voices
whom spoke in a similar rhythmic value

But now...
O, but now...

This heart just beats
to pump coagulated blood
in my veins

This heart
is just a muscle
supporting these eyes
which are stained

Now this heart's voice
is silenced by the penis
who grows
penetrates
dominates
and degrades

Becoming a man
is not of this heart

But consequently
this heart is now
of the man

Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 21, 2012

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About the tragedy of growing up.

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