I read your screenplay that nightWe couldn’t sleep, lovers that might have beenAnd Midwestern wives that remain faithfulTo t-shirted men, the pages we had bound togetherWe read each one and slowly let them drop The rain came steady that weekI caught glimpses of you running through a downpourOnce I thoughtContinue Reading
I shouldn’t have to be remindedAfter all the times I’ve been JesusHumming slowly upwards sedatedWith the fuzzy pressure behind my eyesI fight through milkTo reach thoughts that appear like firefliesFlashing emerald on green In the warm July shadowsContinue Reading
The man on the radio sings about the winds of changeThe sunshine and shadow of trees and tombstonesThe flags on this day of memoryThe bloody glitter stuck to glue that spells GrandpaOn a styrofoam cross We stop by the singing tower and walk down the hillThe brightness makes me putContinue Reading
Careless undertones, musical glass Shattering softly into our past Yesterday mornings, coffee, bed Giving and taking idle days bread Blemishing looks and words stain white Shadows foretell the approaching night Now mid-morn sunshine minds me of life And patiently waits for warming ice Our bright star fell, others will riseContinue Reading