The Ironing Board Age

You have a heart of gold
and I have contract to extract
and lay waste to an open cut face
dredging radium straight from the brain
washing the pain away downriver,
red cells swell with ferritin flow
through these magnetic veins
encased in fossil and bone.

My personality is composed
of cracked, pressure fractured plates
and shifting tectonic thoughts
subsumed and buried words
promises unmade with ten metre waves
my poles are spinning
my core is swimming
and I can’t find my way home.

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