Finally, your wild heart has escaped dug out of the tombstones and pistols. Finally, breathing lost your flannel scars Anxious Overly cautious needletail flight into a coal burnt sun. Finally, your wild heart has escaped. Fireflies surrounding us. In smithereens we are now static. The last prayer to a Bonnie and Clyde tragedy. We are puffing cigarettes like a royal snob. Invisible now. A parade for the burning winds. He, the jealous king makes love fraudulent. Finally, your wild heart has escaped. Dynamite sticks replace the brain. He, lives as the artist wrapped in heartbeats Ideally, he pretends his golden crown was light. Foggy to everyone else. Your wild daring heart has escaped. From razors to scissors. From cuts to blisters. I have never felt the chills like that in your shaking hand. Your love, facade. But you sleep will in the lilies. Looking at deformed clouds. Destructing the milky way. Poem by David L O’Nan Writing Suicide Notes in the Bluebird – The Cartoon Diaries Fevers of the Mind founder bio: David L O’Nan (WolfPack Contributor) “Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!