Alright I'm really out-nerding myself right now. READ MY DAMN POEMS!


Things Less Grand In ScopeOur distance was relativeThings Less Grand In Scope
like the rest, as they say; by day the whole garden was breathing your smile each night every firefly a freckle on your face


The Waiting Ponddown behind your father's house past the clawfoot tub like a tin can overturned where the field grass whisperedThe Waiting Pond
Hallelujah! to the frogs and the sun held his tender breath among a mantle (pink) of clouds where at the pond's threadbare shore you took my hands very gently and like a quiet zephyr, like a drifting papillon I said I love you and the frogs started Hallelujah, Hallelujah! and in tender rebuke with a Missourian patina over the chorus of the fro


-From out in the scrub past the limits of town when the wind blows just right comes a faint lonesome sound-
It floats on down main street like a wicked old spirit that grabs hold of your soul just as soon as you hear it
Your head it starts swaying and your hips they do shake it's soft like a whisper but it's all you can take
It comes always at night when the stars shine most clear and you realize you're slave to this music you hear
It's warm and it's true and it feels like forever till the wind moves on westward and that gold chord is severed
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