Hollowed out ideas
Seem to grow a skeleton
when you're not around
I make changes in your voice
I hear what's not there
Among the white noise
And for the longest instant
I fear you look at me
The same way I look at you
Then I am reminded
By intense universal forces
I am upsetting the natural order
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
A mouth of dried coffee and cigarettes
Kissed me in the confession room
Behind empty pews and empty promises
Afraid of a worst taste
I never asked where you smoked
and who you drank with
You found your love in my ignorance
And I found mine
where there was none
It was not long before I fell
Fell into the space between spaces
and the cracks of time-
the tiny fissure where words arise
but never reach the surface
trapped in its buoyancy
I tried to leave and
You said I'd find you
tonight a splatter on the sidewalk
I bled a thousand words and more
That found no place midst
broken photo frames
When I had enough bones to walk out
You made sure I could never
make promises again
And I love the sweet boy
who sits on the corner of my pew
And asks about my day
Yet I can never promise him
the happiness I wish I had known
One summer noon
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC