Monday, August 14, 2006

love bleeds

A poem for Josh.

Alas I cannot count to four.

It is too painful

Four times my heart was crushed.

Four times I hoped for breath.

Four times I shaved my head.

The zebra races.

Four birds sang a dirge outside my window this morning.

It is winter.

Four is a grace when 5 threatens

Cursed be the tires on my car.

I am lost

Like goldfish lie limp in the globe that once spun me

I am sunk

Like grilled cheese torn from the pan of their creation

I am full

I will walk

I will dance

I will shout

I will miss you Josh.

See you in four....


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i can really appreciate that the time you posted that entry, was 4:44. beautiful...