the old ticker
the waves crash the shore
lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub
& thank god there's no back-
flow so I get another loop
around the sun unless
other humans intervene
via car crashes or bullets
or just dumb luck & at least
the heart isn't the problem
for now even though life
finds a way to break you
when you're not looking
so best to go around with
eyes shut tight & a smile
on your face in case god
takes the devil up on another
bet just for shits & grins