(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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 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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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 words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that