Calling all Cars
to save a young lover’s heart
peril for this young lover’s heart
under bone crushing weight
that offers more than just scars
he tries to escape
before calling all cars
sirens signify violence
no longer provide a rush
as all hands-on deck
address pain in his chest
and silent mementos
that boil his blood
if peace is clean water
ideas that he taught her
fill his cup to the brim with mud
and thoughts constant
like an incurable cancer
feel worn
like shoes, of a tiny dancer
who spent long hours of night
broadway tapping all over his heart
to get where we are going
sometimes it is best to look back at the start
but please forgive him
for not wanting to look back
as he knows where he has been
with no desire to torture his eyes with sights
that might have him relive this all over again
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Jeffrey Sparks
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