I am in the park in the dark under layers
of cloud. I could be in bed,
or dead. But I’m not. I’m here.
I’m almost surely, certainly here.
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God gave us a boomerang
But we call it the mind.
I hate running
They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
Alchemy of prayer
Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
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
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