I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

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

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

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

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

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

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

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