Emptiness uses the unfed to see time.

The angel of dearth
Is the dead
Twin.

A comma is in a bird.

Distance makes touch in the skull of an angel

Beheads god in front of a star

Poetry didn’t save us
And we weren’t smart

Kids toss an egg as high as they can

Run, or don’t

Carried
by a parent
one becomes
a ghost.

I can fall asleep anywhere.

Crucifix, cop car, etc.

Mirror,
the photo’s chapel.

Days my son
forgets to walk.

bodies don’t last long
in heaven
a study
was done
the circumcised
smoke
too fast
I don’t
love data
these babies
letting god
take shape

the eyes
in a sad
race
a game
of godless
tag

Driving home from my mother’s shattered arm and mirage-eaten back, I convince myself I’ve taken a wrong turn. I’ve only been on this earth twice. My body doesn’t look different in the dark. I could be living in a man who's lost his loved ones. Behold I see the deer deformed in the same spot that it was last week and know I can twist my shadow toward those deer in the nowhere I’d be.

Karma's a revolver with a cherry red smile,
dancing in the dark like a ghost gone wild.
She waits under the cloak of stormy skies,
with a perfume of gunpowder, secrets, and lies.
Every sin's a bullet tucked into her dress,
Tell me, are you sure you want to place your bets?
Spinning the chamber with slow caress,
every choice calculated under your duress.
Humming sweet lullabies in the back of your mind,
she's satin and danger, all intertwined.
Pulling the trigger with a wink and a sigh,
you thought you were wanted, but you're just the high.
Ask yourself before you begin:
Can you stomach the cost of the chaos within?
She plays to collect, and so far has yet to miss a debt.
Do you really want to tempt Karma when she's actually Russian roulette?