zinc words & images

  • Nightly prayer

    It’s too much to ask you To be the beauty in my head, The person I think of When I think at all. I keep talking to you So you’ll be the last to leave. But I keep forgetting there are People waiting for me. Sorry, for keeping you up There with my fears, my…

  • Knowing not

    My expectation was always this Why stop when we could kiss I’d wait and you’d wait And on a full moon I would say all the words That mean forever. But heartbreak knows no schedule And it chooses it’s time With no signs. You’re Still the swelling of my Heart, miles and minutes Make no…

  • Untitled

    You are the one I didn’t Know I needed. When it rains, I like to Imagine that the rushing Sounds it makes Is actually your heart And that I am listening, My ear hovering over the Place that I long to inhabit. We could make waves In a field of grass And make our history…

  • Briefly

    My regrets include not explaining how badly I wanted to hold you. And not sitting next to you in the theater where we laughed so hard we couldn’t catch our breath. And not responding to your texts with the humor I know you needed. Also, when you offered to get me a cookie, I said…

  • This time of night

    I am up again and thinking of you And who we could be together.

  • If I could ask you to

    Some days are easier. The faucet drips, The light filters through the trees And I don’t Immediately Think of you. My coffee is undisturbed And my toast is not burnt. But, There are days Where you are Present In every thought. My ice water perspirates, My dog begs. You are between the words Said by…

  • Day to day love

    I am a container without a top.

  • Language deficit

    There is this digital distance That is hard to lapse. Our time On earth Is so short And compared to how often You smile it seems even More brief. If it seems that my love Is an amusement Designed to thrill And abandon or worse yet A pool of water, still And untroubled You are…

  • To My Friend, On the Occasion of the New Year — stephcplummer

    I wrote this a few years back and though it is a bit rambling, I think it still holds. Keep trying. The end may be nigh, but you aren’t. Whether you disappear beneath the ground or into the sky- whether we return to our mother’s wombs on our weeping knees, or settle into salty oceans,…

  • Answers

    What is your magic That pulls me toward you When I should resist? The kerning between the Letters and words that Tumble from our mouths As we build imaginary Worlds for a future That will never be? The laughter that pulls You back in your chair and Centers the room around you? Is it the…