(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
