(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
