Sunday, October 30, 2011

Everything after But

I still spin poetry about you as though you're close by. As though you just left. As though you're coming back. As though my silent pleading, my body aching, my tears falling will reach your ears, your eyes, your memory.

You looked at me like,
"Don't take these pictures"
But I'm glad I did

Looking at them now
I see what your eyes said
Your face showed me how
When I didn't know why,
You couldn't tell the truth

But neither could you lie
You said you loved me

But you couldn't fall

It was cold behind your walls.

Mom used to say,
"Everything after but is bullshit."

Thursday, October 6, 2011


I just stepped on Batman
While avoiding Laundry Mountain
The socks are quickly disappearing
And dishes are sheepishly leering
The kiddo doesn't want to sleep
Definitely won't brush his teeth
The world is undoubtedly spinning
Without care of what I'm thinking
The bills are piled up high
All I can muster is a sigh
At the end of this very long day
I wouldn't mind hearing the cliche:

"Everything will be okay."