A Broken Heart Feels Like Pending Litigation

When a camera aperture opens through dust

And gyroscope top's got no patience

When wax apples are juicy and snap

And a broken heart feels like pending litigation.

When the gray clouds weigh heavily in your lower colon

And annunciated words sting like left hooks

When techni-color day-glo smells of mercaptan

And a broken heart feels like a serious crime.

When history text hits like a funhouse mirror

And stomach butterflies are well-mounted

When retching sinks into quotidian nausea

And a broken heart feels like violence reversed.

Time is a pit in the sky that even the dead cannot climb out.

The revolving gyres tire and rub away dried red clay

For every season there is a reason and doubt is this season's reason

Because nowadays, broken hearts feel like pending litigation.