I could tell you of my bones
Aching in old weather
But green like someone
Has only just moved in
They bend and grow inside
Gnarled like old leather
But yearning with promise
Of sunshine to come
Pouring into my stomach
All lightning and acid
Chipping at my spine
Restitching it new
You cast me in a different mould
So my hands aren't where
My brain last put them
A new frame crammed inside
Churning beneath numb skin
So it won't show up in photos.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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