Dirty Heart

by Nick Jaina

I wish that I was bold
like some of the folks that I know
but paper knives leave paper cuts
and all
ˇ your life is cigarette butts
you’ve got a dirty heart
and that’s why your dreams fall apart

I think I’m underfed
he’s protecting the back of his head
we saw he’d written a page or two
but it was only the lines from a song he knew
you’ve got a dirty heart
and that’s why your dreams fall apart

she’s got an old hatbox
where she keeps her library books
and you want this train to be
a metaphor for everybody
you’ve got a dirty heart
and that’s why your dreams fall a apart

© 2006 Nick Jaina