Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white…
My Heart Caves In (2012)
My heart is divided into many sections.
Starting at the top at the superior vena cava
is my love for chocolates
Under that is my love for learning new things
and taking road trips to new places
(I am diagnosed with a bad case
In the right atrium are all the
little things that make me happy,
like wearing clothes fresh
out of the dryer
or taking cat naps while it’s
My aorta contains books,
In the pulmonary artery—right below
the aorta—are my quirks,
like playing with my right earring
to keep my hand busy
or not being able to climb onto
my bed unless I change into
Not too far down,
in the pulmonary vain,
(preferably Starbucks but any coffee
is quite wonderful too)
They are grouped together because
every great writer sips a cup
of coffee in a quiet little deli
with a notebook in hand,
pondering on something clever
My obsessions and addictions—
and taking hot showers in
are in my left atrium.
In the aortic valve are
my family and friends,
very close at heart.
and feelings I can’t explain
are all in the left ventricle.
My heart caves in slightly
on the right,
I call it “The Missing Piece”
(not required to be found,
although I think my dear future
significant other will have it).