If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

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