October 4, 2019
Desperation
what absence grew
in the crypt of his room
wriggled
in the worm of his being
in the fetal prayer of desperation
he rocked
prayer hands
clasped hands
loading guns
hands
loading clips into guns
the metal
October 2, 2019
the totality of reckoning is instant now,
consummate awake forever.
transcendental loneliness startles the cusp
of the moment; brings a weary look
of seeming before acting, knowing
before understanding; and understanding
it’s now and it’s alone and it’s always,
do you know…
shatters like glass.
October 1, 2019
—> like a cobra
wrapped in gilt-
mesh, scythe-
money arrowvortex,
September 24, 2019
ABOUT LAST NIGHT
I taught myself to die into every exhale.
it was silent when the sun fell.
nobody really saw the clouds turn red.
the thunder clapped & lightning cried.
I went home. now every moment is a new spring.
cross-eyed javalinas devoured
every trash can on the block.