Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
the eyes
in a sad
race
a game
of godless
tag
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
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.
Kids toss an egg as high as they can

Run, or don’t
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
Emptiness uses the unfed to see time.

The angel of dearth
Is the dead
Twin.

A comma is in a bird.
Thunder forgets
its god.

Television, our widowed star.

I’m in all of my dreams.
Next page