Explain to me, danger.
Ice too thin on the coldest day of the year.
Snakes posed in the chasms, formed by dark red earth.
Quick sand, el chupacabra, a malignant tumor.
Pills and pastries, needles left in the park,
Poor knife skills, and poison darts.
Explain to me who he is.
Death playing chess on a windy beach.
Body-less hands reaching beneath my sheets,
Like corn snakes.
An old man in a fishing hat on the train platform.
The train conductor drunk in the smoke, snow, and storm
You’re a hungry boy with a weak lactose gene.
Parallel tracks like tres leches and vanilla ice cream.
A little string attached to my belly button.
A curious marionette, a dead puppet.
Too cocky, checkmate, and the sound of waves.
Everyone dies, but not everyone saves.

I do not need an altar,
or a statue to see your face.
It caresses me in the wildest winds,
shines down on me with golden faith.

As sure as my heart that's beating,
the same as I know night will fall,
when I lie in my bed turning and twisting,
to search for you, it won't be in the confessional.

I embrace you in my victories,
as I stand on the winners podium,
I will not deny, that I evade you
when Thantos corrupts life's equilibrium.

Your my hope that floods my veins,
the signpost that will guide me
The hand that held mine,that warmth,
when you brought me in love with that cup of tea.

Though I don't understand it
or your omnipresent divinity,
Whatever name you choose today,
which ever are the peoples trinity.
Just know,

I don't need a sermon
or sign to hear your voice.
I catch in the nightingales song, the rain like pelting notes on the concrete,
in the innocence of a child's first words, and,
when I hear it and I do
I cannot help but to rejoice.

A attacks B
attack by sea
D: drone attacks
they play taps… and put
tacks on the synapses,
(a basket of asps)
and sign axes.

T: Ask Texas:
Axe taxes

X-Mass: In Xanadu, a flying
Thantos drone decree
(thin drone)
Hamberger,
BeefBerger,
AspBerger
Syndrome:
Syntax
attacks.­

tack.
tic.
ta.