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If I even ever had a heart (what’s a heart, anyway?) 
it is now somewhere across the world
(at least a piece of it)
Carried by some smiling soul
I hope it helps (the soul)
I have little use for it (the heart)
Usually it’s just a daily confusion about what to do with it
So, since the morning she left (unlike a sad country song)
She just made it light and bearable


She left her hairbrush
And took a heart-piece
I’m wondering if this could be labeled “fair trade”…
(I don’t know how they do business in her country--
And Lord knows I don’t want to be “culturally insensitive”)
But it’s ok
'Don’t think twice, it’s alright'

“Poetry” is just some funny way of putting words together
So: I’ll speak as plain as I can
And: It will be like one long comedy routine
Like
A.’s got my heart
What’s got your heart?
No, it’s who’s got my heart
Who’s got your heart?
Ah. . .but what’s a “heart” anyway?
(We throw around that term like a baseball)

Let’s move on now
'Don’t get me wrong, if I get distracted'
Let me speak clearly
Clear as an advertisement for an insurance company
In these uncertain times, who’s got your heart?
Or, as strong as a political slogan
PIECES OF MY HEART OF THE WORLD UNITE!
(ok, maybe that slogan needs some focus group work)

Moving forward…(well, being carried forward)
'Aim straight towards those you love'
As if moving toward (my old heart)
Or maybe just creating (a new heart?)
Or maybe, one day they will coincide, collide
And make a new, improved hybrid heart
In this world full of false hopes
(Like a movie announcer: In a world, full of false hopes…)
One man, tries to stay out of it all
But wish the world, that I am in, and cannot help but be in
Well (I wish it well)
Well-Wisher...comingsoon!
And I wish well the carrier of my heart (or the piece of my heart)

This is just something for someone
I met not so long ago
Something for someone
I hardly even know
(Jeez--it’s sounding like a poem now)
This something was bound to be interrupted
But (so far) not by anyone else
(Maybe I don’t know this Someone at all)
Like
How we like to think we know what we are voting for
(Who we are voting for??)
(Who are we voting for?)
But we know we are shooting in the dark
And we know we know we (humans) like shooting in the dark
Just something for someone to know:
Thanks for interrupting my life by taking some of my heart

LoveSongSucker Radio

Pilot Episode :: Something For Someone (with Interruptions)

For city walkers, bus and boat and train passengers, with trains of thought, with plenty of interruptions...interrupted by songs, mostly love songs--loose lines that infiltrate the mind--now we infiltrate the minds of love song suckers. We are all spies now. Spying on these lo-fi, intimate moments. All aboard, passengers--we're all just passing through, anyway.