(2014)
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
