heart is hand
paled lines folding to meet either side
stemming creases lost
trailing into swirls of prints in the shade of your ribs
lines are stories
stems are loves
prints are the lonely time between
it’s all about where you start
where your eyes lead you
and how tenderness is your vessel or your basement
for every boring black bit you keep in your socks beneath your sole
metaphors aside
palmate hearts
either
clinch like fists
define themselves with shadows like a crescent moon
or hold onto everything till the sky becomes six feet of soil
and last thoughts rest on your patio
the mausoleum
point B to all point A’s
Charles Hastings was born 1986 in Scottsboro, AL. For the last seven years he’s been involved in the southern punk rock community. As a punk rock musician he’s written and recorded eight records, and performed in over 42 states. Last year he released a 165 page book of poetry entitled Our Gorgeous Hell Raiser through his label, TS Records.
Well done…again. “palmate heart – a poem by Charles Ray Hastings Jr.” – interesting title Flaneur. Very valuable information Flaneur.