You were the very glue that held this
family together, our center of gravity...
a stone
alone tried to poke...
You were never purple;
I was...
My typewriter is my instrument.
Hear me banging furiously...
The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...
The ride back
home was silent...
I find you in the saffron
stars, scintillating in my...
Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...
Let me go into long pause.
I want to dig my consciousness...
I can only compare you, to the sun
With all memories, I still hold of you...
You know
I'll have to make the best of this...