(2014)
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
