The leaves are changing color again
My heart is broken. BREAKING!
I don’t
know
anything
You’re so far away
What is this distance
Why won’t you
Why won’t you
Why won’t you come closer
This is how a piece ends
We stop orrr
We leave orrr
We confuse you orrr –
I wonder
I wonder what it will take for any of this to matter
sometimes it seems like a dream
that any of this happened
that you were there & I was here
we were
we were in the same place
Oh
Oh
Oh how many bad poems will I write this year
ten?
ten twenty?
two hundred twenty?
everybody’s got one,
two,
three plus ways of looking at things
What is my way.
bottoms up.
I look up at you.
You are so much bigger than me.
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Oh I am just this boy.
This something I don’t understand.
Really.
I am becoming more and more something that is not me.
it’s a joke
really
how the air
comes in
and out
of
my body
makes
me move
all
all i see
ALL I SEE IS WINTER
A dumpster in front of my house
waiting like
waiting like a dirty pool
an above ground coffin
can i swim in it?
can i swim in it?
with the
candy
wrappers
and the
plastic
bags
and the
everything
we don’t want
that tell you a story
a story of excess.
I am
I am
I am a piece of onion paper
transparent
brittle
write on me & smudge the words OH!
so that I might feel something
something.
something.
something.
running
I am running
I am running down the driveway
I am running
running to catch you
To catch you before you go
The wind is blowing in our faces
The dust from the road is choking me
choking me
I have to tell you
I have to tell you this thing
This might be my only chance
My only chance to tell you
I am filled
I am filled with so much emotion for you
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it too?
I am squeezing your arm.
Your arm is squeezing me back.
We are connected.
I am not letting it go.
The emotion is going from me
into you now.
This is why we are together.
Why we have spent this time this way.
I had to
I had to
I had to tell you.
I needed you to know before you left.
This is the last piece that I make for you.
This is the last piece that will
look like
feel like
sound like
smell like this.
It’s not –
It’s something –
It’s not
It’s un
It’s not
It’s something
I needed you to know before you left.
It’s not –
It’s something –
It’s not
It’s un
It’s not
It’s something
I needed you to know before you left.
It’s not
It’s un
It’s not
It’s something
It’s not
It’s un
It’s not
It’s unrealistic
No.
I can’t
No.
I can’t imagine it.
No.
I can’t imagine it at all.
No.
The sun is outside.
No.
The sun is outside.
No.
Are you
No.
Are you writing a po-em?
Yes.
Are you?
No.
Are you writing a poem?
Yes.
Yes I am.
Yes I am writing a poem.
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down
One down

So
many
more
to go.