Voicemail Poems

I have spent most of my life as a writer, spinning universes and microscope lenses, cosmic horrors, and hope. Intellectual treatise, statistical research, and internet rant. but despite this, and despite months of trying, I am shit at writing love poems. And you, you deserve love poems but convention and tradition offer me no council I mean, I could promise pull down the moon for you, and I’m sure you’d be impressed by my scientific prowess as I tear chapters from your favorite science fiction to build the world’s first tractor beam... But the minute I turn that thing on, oceans will pull back from distant shores and rush towards our coastal town killing hundreds of our friends and thousands of innocent fish somewhere in the vicinity of Tahiti, and I just don’t think expressing love with the mass murder of people ...and fish makes a whole lot of sense. You can call me unromantic, but no matter how fond of you I am, I just don’t think any one person is worth an extinction level event. I cou