(2013)
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas