the storage just made roar
valentines will never be the same
even though the conversation began with me
that smile wakes me up
after he's not there
his heart is a small object trying to be joyous
held by a layer set like a tablecloth
starts holding that beat
my hands in
sky is so nice when
forest tops pass through
it is the fact that bottoms of trees
that troubles me
met a legitimate writer who told me that I should fill the gaps between all the lines my poems
I wondered if he saw the lines or just the columns letters get written on
I hoped he knew the
unknowing bravery it takes to blog a poem thought and
how it could be a legitimate thing
melting into an absence that only illness knows
well, he reached down
while I grappled with color cliches... and then nothing
absence of talk
worlds without hands reaching to help define that thing I missed knowing
she pushed her arms up
outside of the confined space and found a blanket of tiny droplets of water
it was everything she needed
egg and all
above a fog in the particulates of shape
bowl of ideas
meager in scope
full of airplanes taking off
set the fine print
lost before pressed
willing be a wonderment
(edited on 1/02/19 into a new poem
deleted on 11/15/18 because it wasn't enough)
glass of water
by way of minty m&ms which were a dessert to $5 fried chicken and some forms
if you could sculpt a mountain of cold fried meat
dimpled with laughs spit out
down an arched back
fingered by rugged
it ought to be quilt like
sewn low and deep from the word
I was trying to collaborate with my dad
until he started to forget.
But, before that he wanted to make a sculpture of the mother and child.
It would have been an homage to us all.
But, I don't know what to do.
My dad would have liked to remember himself a hero in my work.
I just can't honestly tell him we have that without forgetting something.
make a shell
pure as opal looks in light
forge a will
dug by friends
deep as a mile of joy for every misstep and quiver
might you make amends for that abstract choice
My two year goal is to secure a decommissioned submarine for a sculpture... if you have one... PLEASE let me know.