broken glass and the last dance

there is a head
i use to pet
last i heard it was in the ground

these hands have held on
   but the dust
       that pools in my hands
                        isn't what i originally grabbed hold of


gray skies
  dot the cloudy eyes
     and they always peer straight through

the body always hurts
and my tongue is always numb to you
    but tonight it feels you
             and its all i can do
         as the dusty memories take form
                

         always falling away
            i grab hold of something
 

Reviews

[k.d. taylor]

"Always falling away/ i grab hold of something" brilliant as always. Without a doubt in my mind you are the most talented poet in here. Have you considered publishing a book of your work? I would most definitely purchase a copy.