Sunday, August 17, 2014

Ode to You

I bet
you have been checking
this blog every day 
to see when I would 
finally
write about you. 
Well
here it is. 
I hope this poem
never gets famous.
I hope this poem 
is awful.
There's nothing concrete
here. There never was.  

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

I Admit It

I'll admit it:
sometimes I cry. 
Aren't you supposed to
let the faucet run
while the garbage disposal
is on? I think
I am good at dropping 
emotion down the drain. 
But I'll admit it:
sometimes it's all of me
spinning into many pieces;
Some things are just 
disposable. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Going

You have become 
an overgrown lawn
and I have never 
been one to maintain
large yards and gardens
at homes,
places that more than
just                       me
fit into.