Hiccup-Knocking

Why is sadness augmented
In summer heat?
On blinding days
When shadows have little place to hide

So

They take up dwelling
In me
Where organs thrum
There is not a shimmer to be found

Just

The ticking
Of my clockwork gears
Grinding away in agony
Before an unconditional

Star

Too brilliant
To gaze politely upon
Too pressing to ignore
I wind between bustling streets
Identifying expressions
Of agony and euphoria alike

Only

I feel neither
I feel
Very
Little

If I imitate a tree
I can hear hiccups
Of a heavy heart
Under a high star

Much like your
Knocking swing
Tethered to a bowed branch

If there is no one
In the urban forest
To catalogue
My hiccup-knocking
Am I really doing it?

I'm too drowsy
To say
And
The high star
Says nothing at all

April 1st, 2016