anthony

thought it would be interesting to post one of my first slam pieces.  i wrote this almost exactly two years ago- it's crazy, the difference I can see.  holy moly.  

Your mangled limbs

Like misplaced puzzle pieces

Awkwardly strung together

Makes it difficult for us to believe

You're just sleeping.

Could it be that we're just dreaming?

Because if that's so,

We'd like to wake up now.

The wrinkles on your green polo shirt

Tells the story of inebriated bar fights

Before you passed out

and the purple liquor and fist induced

Bags beneath both your eyelids

Suggest that when you wake up

You wont remember much more

Than the taste of ice cold vodka shots

As they cascaded down your throat.

I wish I could hug you and I wish I could hold you

And I wish I could tell you I understand

That to you, this addiction is a sick love affair

And you've always seen yourself to be

A hopeless romantic.

I wish I couldSmooth down your hair

From flying in seven different directions

And brush the dust and the lint

From your faded, over worn, two sizes too large sweater

And tell you it's alright

Because someone out there still loves you.

If I was the daughter

Of that seemingly strikingly beautiful young woman you met in college

Before you dropped out

While you were asleep on the couch

I wish I could play connect the dots with the freckles

Scattered across your nose and cheeks

Making lasso shapes

So for mere moments

We could tie down this innocence.