Poems from josholm
I've been floating for years,
Cocking my ear to the sounds of late night drives
And the quick tongues of midnight calls.
The white lights...
I close my eyes and imagine flight.The literal act of witnessing your feet leave the ground.The fear at first, the pounding in your head. ...
I do not think that I can excuse myself
From the never-ending cataclysmic cycle
In which I switch between the various stages
Of love and...
What do you see in front of you—
A white wall, or maybe even off-white plaster?
Or should I paraphrase, and repeat myself
In a matter so...
Two legs to walk the earth.
Two arms to grasp at the clouds.
Two hands to tug at your daddy's beard.
Five fingers take your mommy's curls...