My life goes slowly
unfortunately
so does my death come

I knocked on wood.

It answered the door.

                       I ran.

Every "hello" contains
cancerous cells of "goodbye"

Some will never breed well
others will grow to a malignant farewell.

Had I lived in Victorian era
I would've been a lamplighter

I like poking holes
in the darkness

You can't **** anyone
with a blunt poem.

Sharpen it.

People gathered around
the huge gelatinous body (?)
A woman screamed:
"God has fallen! He's dead!"

Scientists poked and confirmed -
it was Him, the one and only.

The media quickly picked up the story,
but people couldn't hear the news
from the riots and breaking of glass,
the fighting raging outside...

...who believe in people
albeit
they are yet to see a human.

My step is heavy
and my heels crack like the road beneath them

your advice on elegance
falls into those cracks.