I am sorryI know that I owe you an apologymy wine stained mind hasenough sense to say,That I know I owe you an apologyat some point I started tofade slowly away from youlike I was Marty McFlytrying to save my own lifeAnd slowly but surely watching myexistence erase and snub outI owe more to you,I … Continue reading Another Apology (and rightfully so)
Tag: autobiographical
Shoes
It's sad to me that objects that we are so willing to keep in our lives are seldom about the objects themselves at all. take for instance this pair of orange shoes high tops black stripes a white leather circle with a deep-set inlay of a black star something I proudly wore day in day … Continue reading Shoes
Shadow
To you who sits small beneath the cup of my hand, Promising to press every worry into Two Darkened Dimensions; To you that follows me doggedly where I walk, Clicking to my heels, Cooling the ground for fractions of time, Never long enough; To you who scores my face with the razors edge of yourself, … Continue reading Shadow
What Dreams
I'm seeing you all over Which is no surprise. You're a large presence and your energy has somehow permeated my thoughts. I thought I had steeled you away into a section of my soul, somewhere that would keep the part of you inside of me quiet and still, but next to my heart with the … Continue reading What Dreams
The History of Love
I'm looking for you you're lost i'm searching and searching trying to find a lingering bit of your scent in the feathers in the brown down of my pillow where your spine rests from time to ticking time you're there and I miss you fiercely and for heavy hours of the night It's funny [he … Continue reading The History of Love
