Mark Heathcote Poems

I have no place in your heart
Like a bullseye without a dart
The distance now is insurmountable
Yet, still, I don't hold myself accountable
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Oh, I wished my life was half as long
As I've lived and drown in a pint of beer.
But that was until I met you, darling, dear
That stirred me right from wrong.
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Love is like holding a live cable
And burning your fingertips, hoping?
The breaker switch does not falsely trip.
It is not easy with the lights on or off.
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The recklessly brave
they won't be enslaved
they risk their lives
day after day,
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Lovers, at times, must recognize each other's soul
Lovers, at times, must devour each other whole
They must writhe in the flesh they are given
And explore one another like oil on the vine
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I've spent all my days,
My time in frantic worry
What will the future bring?
What will tomorrow bring to me?
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The evening is like a crocus in the snow
All glory and might in blinding burning flames
Wearing an evening gown of starry light
Darling, I have to rub my eyes till they bleed
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Echoes move ongoing to more expansive goals in a choir.
Slowly, they drift away on a tide out to sea
Like milkwort seeds to another distant shore
Door to door, till a widow opens the top of the stairs
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Darling, you want to fight over a borrowed bicycle pump,
Blowing hot and cold
Tell me just where I can go.
Darling, you want another 3-minute circus bout
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When her cursive tears are joined
And roll on without words
I believe there is nothing worse.
I now have faith that even morphine, opiates,
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