(2014)
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting