To love you now means to love you from distance
My eyes swelling,
Heart desolate and longing
For the sound of your voice,
Warmth of your embrace

In the midst of despairing days,
Dreary nights
And sorrowful worries
Here, I love you from afar

In loving you there is no tomorrow;
Only today
If the world crushes on a beam of light in this moment,
Will I ever see you again?

I've heard of a secular priest
Who counted beads on a string
Kneeling by a pillar
Looking down at the sinners.
And they sung and they laughed and they drunk
And spilled red wine on the pews and the rugs
And cut fingers on Stained glass windows
And trailed blood on His broken bones.
And the ****** cried as they smeared her face
And saw red through broken window panes
And tears mixed with blood and blood turned to wine.
And so they drunk and they laughed And they sung
And the sun spilled red on the pews and the rugs
And a sinner wobbled to the pillar
To ask  forgiveness
Of a priest
With a fistful of beads
Who knocked his teeth
right
in.

The corona
The atmosphere around the sun
Beer that is done
Virus that has swept
Through the streets
Of poor little America
We now hold the records
Of people who have the infection
And glory is, all of our working class has gone!
Where are these people?
What have you done?
Oh, I remember.
You gave us corona.
The atmosphere around the sun
Beer that is done
Virus that has swept
Through the streets
Of poor little America

Because i am lawn furniture

And you are Antarctica

The two of us have ample rime

But not a single drop of warmth in our blood

We lived through all the bright nameless, blameless places

And the turning of the *****

The year we fell down

In an illusion of separateness

Is where we came to know

The fragile silence

Within a map of echoing glass

Pointing further out than we once thought

Everything ravaged, everything burned

A view obscured in clarity
Overlooked in surety
Determined by a nation
Inclined