(2014)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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 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
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
