Trajectum
Morning Paper
You war people come to my coffee and toast
from shadows collapsed to challenge your host.
Say you, you say, who here’s the ghost?
While a crow stands watch on every third post.
Elemental
A ship set sail
Sad pantry
My love for now I leave unsaid
for want of love to back it.
Who robbed my heart of winter store?
Who’ll love for I who lack it?
I Amsterdam
Lone Star
These are the boots
of my justification.
When they strike the dust
what rises will be
the sign of my righting
my long wronging
of myself.
I will do
what I always knew
I would do.
God is bad at justice.
This one’s on me.
Heroes of yesteryear
Sieze the deep perception
Unhook it.
Put it in your basket.
Clean it, cook it.
And dread the day
it works its wonder.





