No. 2

Love poems that I write though I do not owe him an ode to the times I’ve sung without words

Birds without feathers carry dozens of baskets with rations

Tragic and passion the luster lacks how passive to roll out of bed and frame

Fame I dissolve is on my doorstep when it rains 

Headstrong you’ll flatter bravery won’t matter

It came down for days and days

Burn the subtle details into my mind and evaporate the dew off my skin

He knew what he was doing when he done it but nonetheless he admits to the sin 

Gone is a part of me as if a part could ever be entire

Without the art a piece is lost without a historian to inquire

I’ll submit to owing you a haiku and a eulogy

There are times the sky opens up and lets me see everything