MY HEART.

My Heart.

My heart is broken on the tides that bend

And fade like the Sixtieth Chapel.

I found the name on the back of a package

Of cigars late one evening after work,

After my boss yelled at me and told me I

Should quit.

I wanted to quit before I began.

I wanted to work till time could end. 

Things are situated at home.  I didn’t know

I could make it this far,

That I could last this long,

Working day and night without a hope

In the world.

My boss said I should quit.

I didn’t want to quit when I’ve come this far,

But I wanted to stay at home.

So I stay at home at night and work all day

Like a tired old man who never gets any sleep,

Who never gets to play,

Who never gets drunk.

Then I became a drunken sailor and

Everything changed.