Michael Ardizzone Poems
All of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
I'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
and dedicate myself to a strand of your hair.
my strength, it will take all of time to recount,
how your strength do I see as my strength's font
And in this death we two will bonded forever be
because, unlike you, i've lost all of me.
Like a fire that sucks all the air from the room
she enters and drains my hope into a reservoir of love.
A collection of choices made once now will alternate forever
forever altering my mindset, my set of hopes and dreams
and with a wish, a gesture, and three word phrase
a thousand windows are broken by a delinquent ball
and no-one cares at all-
and those three words still hang in the air
thicker than a choking fog,