(2014)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
