this summer
let’s drop off the face of the earth
and then emerge, merged
adjusting our eyes to
autumn.
Day: June 9, 2008
the first time i saw you, you tumped me off of my feet
poetrythough many think themselves
the best
to me
you will always be
the king of the
numpsy tump
it struck me today
poetrythat in the last eight years
I have not lived
in the same place
for more than two years;
college station
amarillo
bryan
tashkent
fort worth
bryan again;
1 dorm room
1 duplex
2 houses
3 apartments;
I’ve lived in it all
but never known
a place called home
a place to call home;
a place where the years
accumulate along with
the moss and ivy
on the walls;
a place where memories
are able to attach to
tangible object;
so now I move again
to another stopping point
along the way.