Consider for a moment
the Great Library of Alexandria,
a wonder of the ancient world
a pinnacle of human achievement,
a locus of human knowledge,
what with its endless papyrus scrolls
and torch-lit hallways
and hunched, bearded, sagacious men.

Consider now whether or not it
only contained about eighty gigabytes of data.

Consider Jesus.

Consider the thousands of Bible apps
(most of them free)
that are available for download onto your phone.

Consider the different translations that are available
at your fingertips,
each telling a divergent story,
each version of the messiah slightly different
in terms of humanity,
miraculous deeds,
skin tone—
and all of this distilled
into a single, trivial
press of a handheld device.

Consider yourself as you lie in bed
in the dark
trying to pray to God,
but too distracted by the fact
that a text message you sent earlier
never got a reply.

I hate stepping on hot coals.
I try to avoid them,
but it takes a lot of energy and persistence.
I thought eventually a callus would form,
that way my feet would be numbed from the burn.
Turns out, that's not how the body works.
When again can I walk down a sidewalk,
instead of the burning path to hell?  

*the serpent slithers away into the darkness,
knowledge gained, and is ready to fire

Bleeding out that cash

dying to get hacked

Its so cutting edge its gonna cut you

6 months out its been edged out

No longer supported $500  paper weight ain't that  great

Under your wings,
You look at me
So intently.
I return your gaze,
And I see my
Reflection
In your eyes.

My first apple was sweetly poisonous and now I search every  tree to find an apple that is as deadly as my first pick.

I hate resorts and I hate vacations.
I hate birthdays, I hate celebrations.
I hate pop radio stations and I hate cajun seasoning

I hate New York I hate the feeling,
I hate being a tourist I hate sightseeing.
I tried being happy I tried doing the right thing,
Until I tried smashing through the glass ceiling and broke my hand on the concrete.

I thought an apple a day keeps the doctor away
I figured out that he's just running late on the subway

It's important to be individual
To have clarity
And sure-footed identity

Be you / who you love to be
You the One and Only.

To know without doubt
Lingering in messy things,
Messed around
The experience of Proof
Proven
Chosen
No where else
No one cared
Here just to exist
So resist
Nothing of the kind
careless
Whisperings

Sweet Jesus
Said...

Live as free men / love all and the other
The women sister mothers mine
I am as you are
The offspring
The meaning
Is the purpose of the times
Born to life then must die
But a piece of you lives on
In that baby-child
You can see it in the eyes...

Breaking through
Into flesh
From some other surface
A different sea
Generations now smile at you
Stars in stellar space
We are not separate
You and I

Apartheid did segregate
By old world war rules
Of occupy and *****
Sow them
Who the hell's bad seed?

Do you know you
Who you love to be?
Always not Almost

Cuz see,
You see you can fly, right?
The wide blue sky
Says so
Boy who could
And will...

Who are you again?

I am the wing & the breath
The flock of birds
You hold in your chest
Know love
Is a gift of sky
Together let us fly

Together still all individuals
Each a windswept sigh
Love
My future's memory
Will never go to die, for you are
The apple of my
(Adam)
                                 Eye.

Over sweetened
Fall decay
Covered up in caramel
Flannel sheets line freezing beds
That rot from the inside out
I, too unwind this way
And walk on red, yellow leaves the same day
In black boots I bought to repel the rain
I chew on candy apples
My teeth are weak where they start at the roots
They glisten on the surface
Someday they grow too fragile
To stay in place
Fall decay
Covered up in caramel
I miss the feeling of holding hands
The empty half of my bed looks quite a lot like hell
Fall decay
Covered up in caramel
I have a feeling in my gut
From swallowing my pride and ignoring your call
Fall decay
Over sweetened
I wish I'd taken care of these cavities