There were parts of me that wanted to take your...
a Monet with your expression, your behavior, your...

Cotton mouth comes from a desert my poetry has...
dehydrated from. When once love, happiness...

On the corner of her mouth rests a comma and on
the other lies a period. To annunciate a string of...

Winter reminds me of the white in your eyes that...
beautifully off the blue in the sky. These cold...

If we communicated like the moon and the ocean...
we could wave our past goodbye and not be afraid...

There's a piano that faces a bay window,
that overlooks a river, with a stream that...

Rain.
It does things to people...

I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy...

Foul odor lurks off the breath of this city and
jaundice is the skin that wraps around its sky...

Migraines nest their eggs in my eyes and anger...
seed inside the depths of my happiness. Cold...

Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...

Fall,
Where did your colors go...