Tupelo

Tupelo Nov 2016

Brushed

Paint me the words
You mixed with
Those acrylic eyes of yours
And the canvas of our skin

Tupelo Oct 2016

When you take the hot iron of morning
And rub it along those fences between us
The trees dip down their branches
To listen a little bit more clearly.
I know that the notes you pick from
That wooden box of yours knows
All the hurt in the audience
But when you sang the blues
I looked for all the heartbreak I had
Gathered inside my chest
And let their broken pieces flutter
Away like some kind of winged messenger,
All the way to the ceiling of that room
You made into Harlem just for a night.

Tupelo Oct 2016

Don't

I never forgot about you.
I'm just learning to forget,
About all the doors you closed
And how you chose to
throw away the keys.

Tupelo Oct 2016

Open The Gates

You who speak the words of mountains
The kind that leave a chill in the room
with your snow covered peaks,
You who know the song the morning sings,
How this orchestra of a world plays
symphonies with the movement of the sun,
I've wondered for years now
How you were chosen to microscope this life
The way you analyze the details we are blind to,
You with those feathers in your mouth
How your words take flight as you read,
I hope your journey is a quick one.
Thank you for everything.

Rest in piece friend

Tupelo Oct 2016

19

I'm drowning in a sea of faces

With no lifeboat to keep me going

And not a clue on how to swim.

Tupelo Oct 2016

Anthony

Tonight I met a child with a
mouth full of band aids,
Something about his joy helped
to lessen the hurt in others,
The kid had a smile like spring when all the tulips come back from their
long winter slumber,
And that boy sang as if the whole world was his audience and he was the only spotlight,
I pray that someday i too can have a mouth full of band aids,
And a smile like tulips in the spring.

Tupelo Oct 2016

Scrapbook

Some nights I do still miss you.
At times I’m tempted to call out.
But I know those days have come and gone,
And the name you knew back then is nothing
but a whisper when you pass by those memories.

I hope all is well.