By-blow
Sheldon Lee Compton
What can we know about a damaged heart? Not a broken heart, but a damaged heart. Things won’t have gone so far near the beginning. The pain should be broken down in some fundamental way. I soothed myself with guitar sadness. There were echoes in the shadows of my mouth and the bed sheets alphabet-curled around my pretend happiness. To dream was to dream of hell; to hope was a hope of hell; to scream was to scream for hell; to hell was to hell for hell. Pa, Ol’ Man, Pap, Dada, Paw, Senior, Pop, Papa, Vater, Da, Pater, Padre. Acting every hour while the audience trashed their eardrums. But the one who plucked his eye out for now forever for all time and time and nothing, plucked first the right and then the left and still saw nothing until his heart burst with the seeing nothing of it.
Sheldon Lee Compton
What can we know about a damaged heart? Not a broken heart, but a damaged heart. Things won’t have gone so far near the beginning. The pain should be broken down in some fundamental way. I soothed myself with guitar sadness. There were echoes in the shadows of my mouth and the bed sheets alphabet-curled around my pretend happiness. To dream was to dream of hell; to hope was a hope of hell; to scream was to scream for hell; to hell was to hell for hell. Pa, Ol’ Man, Pap, Dada, Paw, Senior, Pop, Papa, Vater, Da, Pater, Padre. Acting every hour while the audience trashed their eardrums. But the one who plucked his eye out for now forever for all time and time and nothing, plucked first the right and then the left and still saw nothing until his heart burst with the seeing nothing of it.