Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
Tag Archives: poetry
Our Church, this valley of tears
Corruption is the vein we mine,
risking our life to foul the air
“Discernment”
One goes one way
and another another
while I
wonder in-between
Love on a desert island
What could not actually could be,
until rescue made him
no longer the alternative to no one.
A sad girl at summer camp
She rose to blow closed
the bald spot in her hair
Two exposed now in their extravagant need
You who would have me
run this trail to elude me,
who would have you, and I do.
You slow and I pounce and we
tumble together,
relishing our exquisite death.
It’s all vanity and chasing after wind
But I’ll get it done before I die
When you’re trying to unlock it all
I saw four, maybe five
lightning bolts, and then
a man walked by with a chair.
He was sure, one hundred percent
sure of what he was doing.
He didn’t sit on the chair.
A ghost did. The ghost explained everything,
and everything was perfectly clear.
Razorblade cocktail
Our potent mix of disgust and desire
Wind
Having seen all that it touched,
I see why they call it withering
