When sudden
the backyard of love
again will hurt.
When blind
we feel more
as if no other
endings will come.
When happiness pours
from the belly, it flows like honey.
As if there is no other,
and living is secure.
When fragility grows
the framework will weaken,
the foundation will shift.
With incessant failure
endings will come
as if these structures
never did exist.
A tree with old bark has depth
It’s green growth on it’s weathered trunk
My mind wrapped up in it
It’s tangled roots under me forever
leaves becoming green in spring time warmth
The ground beneath my feet is still but alive
Birds all around sing but can’t be seen so easily
like the one stuck in my grill this morning
Rocks around this old man hardened and brown
crust muddy dead beat
there are other trees, but not like this one
I sat here when we buried my grandfather
with my mother and father and grandmother sobbing
my tears confused and not clear to me
Now my mother is buried dead
and my father buried dead
my grandmother carries the pain
She has deep roots like him and moss like him
Outstrecthed branches for me to climb
They’re gone from me now
and my dad’s grave still fresh from last year
This typewriter plays songs for the birds now
Show your pretty little faces to me
I’m not high, but I want to be
Oh parents of mine gone and dead behind
Are you smiling with eternal light
or dark and cold in dirt?
No thoughts coming anymore
only sleep, long and deep.
