Diamonds can’t dance,
And plastic can’t walk,
Glass can’t bend.
And concrete can’t talk.
There’s no guts,
But there’s also no glory.
Perfection’s so boring;
So let’s make a story

Dear Eddie,
        The best
and worst
thing that ever happened to me
was you dying in that car crash.
It taught me that
life doesn't last
and
that the past
is
the
past,

Your friend and brother,

Dan

He
was a construction worker,
always smelled like outside,
sawdust, fresh air.

I
used to love to hug him
right after work
so I could just
smell him.

His hands
would dwarf my head
as he reached down
to hug me to him.

He would punch you
and it would feel
as though his hand
had gone entirely
through you.

He was a big man,
worked hard all day.

He
had arms
like small trees

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.

She never had a diamond
To grace her small left hand,
No sapphires or anything
Except her plain gold band,

No sparkling jewels of any kind
No precious stones or pearls,
Although she had one ruby
Her fourth straight baby girl,

She must have wanted riches
For 'tis natural to prefer,
But she settled for her babies
Who were shining jewels to her,

The only carats
dad was able to buy
Were on the dinner table,

Food for three square meals as well
So her only rings were the dinner bell.

When I die
bury me in words
beautiful enough
to make me believe
I lived a benevolent life.