I want to write my eulogy painted on a tin roof
of over-emphasized lyricists drowning in fervor...
This is for all of the writers
who like me, stalk the sidewalks...
I hear two voices wrapped around each other;
Promises intertwined between entangled legs...
I didn't pay attention to the jack-o'-lantern
or the gargoyles that you kept outside in May...
Desperately
I leave thee...
Drawn to the soft sounds
of your voice, swept away...
You were here a moment back
Now nowhere to be seen far ahead...
Sometimes I get so lost (but never with words.)
I'm just the hands on a clock...
I know I've said it all before,
how much I love you and I need you...
Mama,
It was stated recently...
My heart
filleted by your...
I suppose this means I lost.
You have proven to me that you...