billy corgan
the poetry of my heart
[fragments]

i want to climb from this hole
and dash myself upon the rocks below
but still it requires your push
because a push requires intent
and intent requires desire
and desire registers in this body as a need
Do you need me?
then push me over, my sea chest and me
the birds will follow me down

retrace the steps, up to the ceiling
back through the bulb, into the electric vires
and out of manhattan
coming out another side
to a kid, a dream
a scrawled valentine with an x and o if truth be told
revealing now the poetry of my heart
rage and the canopies it paints
and the drawings it frames
and its real cage, me