#numerals
I
When I look for inspiration
I dig through bedrock of heartbreak poems
So you but so not us
II
You are my inspiration
Not enough to put in words but too much to say
I fall asleep with poem scraps floating in my empty skull
As if all I could ever know was words for you
III
Sometimes my mouth gets tired of smiling
The things I don't tell you hang as deadweight on each of my ribs
Even your dove-wing voice can't pull me
From the black sea I lurk in
But you smile for me anyway
IV
Mid afternoon and I'm sleeping with the light on
You're a brewing thunderstorm that promises
Never to drought my dusty ribs
V
Late night and I'm not a poet
But you're the shallow river
Where I can sit naked and you won't hurt me
Your waters are warm and make me want to write
I'm not a poet but you're poetry
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Justice for the meek
won't come soon
Under skies aligned
with sinful moons
Neglectful statues
posing as mothers
Executives commission
the blood red summer
Venture across the divide
earmarked by three lines
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC