If I make faces and paste a smile,
will you forget originality
and mimic my style?
...
I found it
a blaring reminder of that day
when you sat inhibited beside me
moving closer with every turn
...
If we were kids
I would have dragged you out in the rain
and showed you how beautiful it is
if we were under it -
...
Maybe, I owe myself a favor.
I need a rest.
We've been running around our circle.
...
Something must be wrong with my hands.
My plants are dying
and I've killed 2 of my dogs.
Well, not that I strangled them to death.
...
I've been warned
there's no stopping things from happening.
People leave
You can only grieve
...
This clutter needs to be arranged.
I see it on my desk
but I know
it's coming from my brain
...
Today, I will begin the story
of the rest of my life.
I will start to impart
the skips and bounds
...
I should start writing.
Something,
anything
for you.
...
I brought you out here tonight to look at the lights
they put together for Christmas.
You held onto my fingers,
The only ones that could fit into those tiny hands
...
Clown
If I make faces and paste a smile,
will you forget originality
and mimic my style?
Will you watch me do acrobatics?
Leap out of your fear to mid-air
revive your strength from up there?
Will my magic do the trick?
Transform your body with my wand
heal you with the flick of my hand?
If I buy you the doll you never had
will this soothe your aches as much
as your words cradle me as angels touch?
If I swear to be the funniest clown you will ever see,
will it turn your pains to tickles,
will you promise to laugh with me?