Charles Malcolm


You Won't Worry - Poem by Charles Malcolm

I could tell you
about how it's not the heart.

How it's somewhere between
the stomach and the diaphragm
and how you stuffed it in a meat-grinder
and cranked and cranked
and cranked.

You won't worry.

I'll eat and shit.
Drink and puke.
Punch and bleed.

Marry, probably,
and have kids.

I'll pound flesh and pavement
and see nothing
but your face
in the blue flame on the end
of a matchstick.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about You Won't Worry by Charles Malcolm

  • Unwritten Soul (1/24/2016 2:40:00 AM)


    You wrote from the inner, i can sense the heat and burning from the pen....and because of that i say well done for such work, because it releases all things that you need... good write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016



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