I mistaken not blood for affinity. it is no thicker than water. she is a chihuahua yelping from a jesus stepstool, too naggy to shut-up. bible funded stick and stones will just drum my rib bones.

some soldier some child some one disappears into the silence between shots   it’s in their silhouette carved from smoke that i know they were there

the big bang is not a theory. it’s the barrel, point blank at the hypothesis between my temples   quick formulate the criteria on the gravity of my innards before i pluck the trigger

naked. no sleeve to hide the cheat card. noise. no quiet to hear the bull. darkness. no light to see what lies. seedy. plant. truth.

too much sanity is madness sliming down my fingers every chance I get. that liquor feeling on an empty stomach. that gaze into obvious eyes with loud mouths. same time same day same you but always changing madness. me.

Two sides Though none are wrong, One will be wronged. Squinted eyes seeking (things) beyond nocuous fascist that prisms into more marked sides. Chance (of any) is a dangled floss between broken dentals. All this is in my gut even before the tanks hit the horizon.

i ran the river, quickly past the whisper-weeping tree that leans upon the cane and snores like rain. I stuffed what was right of the countryside before civil unrest perched and broke our way

i wouldn’t know resurrection if it gouged you in my face you wouldn’t know common sense if it striked me in your face the savior-thing about you and me is the same blindness and bindness except i don’t recruit and leave (good) beings be

The same equation that destroyed you Saved me Reverse Reversed psycho fate You never calculated to acquire It’s not finite math But simple your-foot-in-my-shoe calculus

So much starfish(ies) In the world i lost count every each one has a sales pitch I (try not to) turn off No room is left Under or on my belt Before the weight pulls Me into effect between the lost spaces of cause