A Term for the Second Coming

Centuries turn and a feline Will hide behind the couch before they die. A fly borrows spaces habituated by glaring screens To upset normal procedures Turning over Like insect eyes. His face And her smile Sought common ground To tread the turn over Greeting them Like traffic noise. Together they entered the hallway Pointed toContinue reading “A Term for the Second Coming”

3rd Eye (candy)

Gasp diluted by dust ridden inhales, Bargaining for acid tongue surplus To  Melt the fat that’s Ravaging the pontificator’s Chapped lips.  Orchestral articulation  Aligns escaping carbonation  With antidepressants Shaken about  Inside mouths  Matching the orange  From whence the bottle birthed.  Triangle pulse predicts pitch,  Sequences tissue rhythms  To contend against  Papers soaked in old soda,Continue reading “3rd Eye (candy)”

Baptism by Fire

Ten smiles break over the horizon Chipped bone contributes to a hallucination  Sky lettered  In reactionary politics Breath of clouds Sky sighs  Studying textures via touch  Learned experience  Gains recognition  -same- As its opposite?  Rectifying the ambient jangle Incites the bargain match Betwixt  Piercing stares  And the monk  Who happens upon God In her cloudsContinue reading “Baptism by Fire”

God Isn’t a Gambler but Those Made in Her/His Image Sure Are

When the last brain trained at birth to speak and write the language congruent to their civilization expires, the culture perishes too.  Translations are akin to interpretations and like judicial understandings of law and order, interpretations bequeath victims in accordance to the definitions implementation.   Text books reveal empires to be liberators, aligning to bring aboutContinue reading “God Isn’t a Gambler but Those Made in Her/His Image Sure Are”

psalm 82:6

Deacon Clark handed Sister Rogue a stack of Bibles and instructed her to pass them out to his pupils. The hood of her nun costume retained heat like a tanning booth, any activity which involved heavy lifting, left her in a state of quasi-been-fucked. Deacon Clark grabbed a scarf out of his pocket, “here,” heContinue reading “psalm 82:6”