Poems From the Week

The poetry has been moving along at a slower pace than I would have liked but I am really excited about two pieces! As promised, here is a sample...

Move You
For Drew and Kelly

I’m gonna say this now because it might not mean as much later -
But you are the sound of forever.
The way leaves fall in reverse when the wind stops blowing
Long enough for me to notice the smell of the sky.
You are Sundays when I remember to thank God for you
To thank your mother for you
To thank you for you.

You
The tri-tip to my perfect Saturday
The milk to my comfort food
The pea-coat to my winter storm.
Baby, you have one hell of an appreciation for the finer things in life.
Like Tim Burton themed parties with an open milkshake bar,
Or climbing mountains with your fingers or not with your body at all -

You move me.
I want you to move me.

Like the way blood moves through my veins when your lips are against
My heart.
Like the color purple when the sky has all but given up for the night.
Like the pen on this paper.
I will never stop moving for you.

And maybe this does mean as much to you now as it will later
But I hope that it doesn’t.
I want my words and the love in them to shape your fingerprints –
So that every time you leave a mark you leave a piece of me with you.
I want you to cry when you see me not because you are sad or happy –
But because your body can only react one of two ways when I’m around
And the second is something you can be arrested for if done in public.

I want to move you.
And I want you to let me – forever
Or for as long as we can both say I do
In our words, in our thoughts, in our eyes
I do.

So think of me when you brush your teeth at night
And know that I’m thinking of how to take your breath away
And how to move you –
As I search for you in the stars.













Tunnels

Most days she sits in tunnels that are too long to hold your breath in.

Less than two years ago I watched her try to forget about yesterday by erasing tomorrow

I felt her heartbeat in my ears

Her heartbreak in my lungs.

She told me that it didn’t really matter anyway. Any of this.

And so I sat in a dark room that was a little cooler than it should have been

and watched a TV show about nothing.

And felt nothing. And thought of nothing.

Except everything I should have said but didn’t have the heart to.

Didn’t have the guts to.

Didn’t have the patience to.

Do anything more than sit and think about how selfish she was

For sitting in those tunnels all day and forgetting about everything

But the way water burns when it comes from your eyes when you’re not smiling

And how chocolate tastes when it’s the only thing that makes you forget

How much the world hates you –

Hates your dreams and the way they move you

Hates the way you move at all

Because they’ve forgotten what it feels like to exist in a box

Of push pinned bumper stickers reminding you of how perfect you could be

If only you cared a little more about how to suck in your stomach when he walks by

He walks by every day.

And I want you to know that I fucking hate that guy.

And that at your worst you are fucking incredible.

And these days I don’t care where you spend your time –

As long as I know you’ll be on the other end when I call.