i would admire your fresh face
in the grass in your back yard
and how you could make something
out of nothing
climbing a big oak tree
that they had to cut down,
last summer
got too big for its own good
and what ended up lasting
or at least it seems to me
are the dimples on your face
creases left from the smiles
from last summer
losing balance
at least 20 feet high
too good to be true
drowning is the loneliest as
even sound can’t get to you
water floods your body
thoughts flood your mind
thoughts of your friend’s faces
rapt in moments of sheer ecstasy
but not saving you
like the particles moving
a r o u n d your outstretched arms
and when you first go down
you know
and your heart
it knows
and it matches the bpm of
all of the saddest songs
a slow shuffle for the
last dance
you’re a wallflower at
this slow dance
but the song never resolves
and you’re last thoughts
are cliche
like that song candle in
the wind, or whatever
you feel like one of those
candles, and you feel the
flicker and understand it
like you couldn’t before
when the understanding comes…
well
you know what happens then,
even now you do
like when you had nothing to
do so you just fell asleep.
inside my hallowed spine
there are worms and things
of much naivity
inside this spine of mine
is a spreading disease
killing everything
inside my rotten spine
hides everything i am
oh how can i stand
having such a spine
where things die
all the time
inside my hallowed spine
yes, tuck, i read
your posts and i cried when
i read the blog
on the fifth even
though i never
met her even though
i only knew her
through the strength
and the sadness of
her words an electronic
testament of her
love for godfamilylife
andthosenotyetmet.
the sieve and the sand 