Current Residence: Arkansas
Favourite genre of music: Pop
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore
PortraitHis dimpled cheeks,Portrait by *Scarlettletters
carved like a candle's wick,
speak of decades;
and somewhere in the hallway
I can feel my grandfather's ghost
slip off the canvas.
You look like him
she says -
that Roman nose
off fighting wars
in places we can't pronounce
and your clipped jawline
like long lost family.
I bet you wear a jacket like him,
as the new world
and focused like a poet
on the future.
I'll bet you even smell
like him -
leather warm and humid,
and the apple tint
left on your sleeves.
brother why did you leave meSometimes I wish the sky
would simply blow across the ground
like ragtime leaves of old newspapers
(because I am scared of being alone).
If only the trees could talk, I would believe
in life for then the world would fill, almost as easily with
nonchalance, and birds would rest on the arms of oaks and men alike
(all greatness aside).
This I know
I think I can hear a train rushing,
the whistle of a bird.
When everything is still as
the beautiful second
you walk through the path
of a speeding black car (old mister time, his foot on the gas),
with its thunderous crash:
(three worlds destroyed: Mom's, Dad's, and mine)
your brains like oil slick from the parked exhaust
(of the ambulance) discoloring the hot asphalt,
then I can know what you are made of, when everything is still as
the little specks of love and loss: your Memory
which drips between two blades of grass, then
stills (like a lake in all silence,
hours after the storm