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