(2014)
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
