Seven Trillion People to Talk To

Sometimes I scream
inside myself
so loudly
it turns my
ears red
and my heart stops
for a second
it gets pressed
by something
and it hurts
then it's quiet
It happens when
I'm just breathing
Or waiting for the rain
to fall
busying myself by
drafting outlines
of things to do
things to come
plans to make
my mark
rather than
leaving a stain
Plans to touch
every single person
everywhere
for one second
long enough
to hear me scream
inside myself

Undiscover’d

Even an atheist
Has dreams of
Meeting his father
In heaven

This atheist will sit
On a rocking chair
Next to his dad
Looking over clichéd clouds
And gimmicky sunsets
He’ll talk to his father
Like an adult
Something he’s never done
Because this atheist
Was nine
When his father died
A stranger his mom loved
That took every conversation
They would have ever had
To the grave

But now in heaven
They’ll talk like adults
Because this atheist is
Thirty-two now
Almost thirty-three
He’s sitting on a rocking chair
In heaven
Drinking iced-tea with his dad
On a porch in the clouds
Like in the movies
And he’s got so many questions
To ask his Old Man

Did you ever listen to Bob Dylan?
Yeah I did – I loved Bob Dylan
Me too, Dad