(2014)
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
