Sonnet of the Reckless Heart
by Ken HarnischWhy speak of her again and bang your head
Against the same wall twice? The wall is made
Of sturdy stuff and will not break. You instead
May crack and shatter in a palisade
Of glass and bloody bone; then pitys light
Will find you, dust on a barroom floor
Again, courting young wraiths you met that night
With purple hair and belly rings, once more
Prey to needs elusive shadow, dancing
On girls and windows writ in neon glare.
Then you, so bold and free, will be chancing
Sex, or its pale equivalent. The motel there
Renting rooms by the hour, or the night
If you can pay the fee, or bear the sight
06/02/2003