13 May, 2012

I must be high.

I'm a doctor so I know
How to cannulate a peripheral vein
Or what happens to a feeble heart
Under the slightest of unnecessary strain

If you replace your blood, warm
With a metal, cold like mercury
Then face storm, pain or jeopardy
With indubitable certainty of
Your invincibility, 'tis unlikely.

You couldn't fit steel where
Ten ounces of flesh beats
To stay clear of all, that
Troubles the heart.

You could soak a rock
Paint it so red it burns
But it wouldn't breathe
To settle a lonely soul
That yearns
For love