It's the last flicker that calls out,
A commanding voice, a tightening clout...
You stabbed me deeply
and then you became angry...
The news these days, is always war!
and what is it they're fighting for...
Finding my brother Bob
That sweltering hot August day I walked into that...
You go for a swim
In a nice fresh lake...
Slip into the body
Through a wide open cut...
The artist in me claws its way out in times of...
In times of pain & despair...
Many memories
Of hot cocoa and sweaters...
They never listen when you tell them
that people like us should never be loved...
A handful of promises,
assurance all along...
Holding on to my hand in a death grip,
The first day of Kindergarten...
It's frozen
Why does it not melt...