let the debris be
the debt. let God handle our ashes.
I just watch. I say
naught. I get lost.
eating glass,
chewing shards, rinsed in orison.
at boards. a mint
for breath. a ruler for ideals. the
milk was honey,
the Promise is confetti, too little
becomes logic.
soul in souls like
spirits flickering fire.
castles inside, dying
inside, wilderness wire.
flipped money exchangers
swore by orphans
many widows, many
hangers
many women, much endorphin.
must trek
serotonin must pride an inner giant, shared
in dark dreams. a
long dragon. a cold gila monster.
a face came out a
face.
a snake was
hanging, it looped between eyes, the
gamble was
invisible.
contracts.
heart-mirrors. raw disgust—on an early list
as an old guess
trillion-dollar
dice.
I was listening.
it was peculiar. I rethink, seeing birds, hearing chirps. a palm filled with
cotton, a pen to my right, a piece of me grogged out. mouthpiece is lit, I kept
listening, it seems funny. we wonder about wood, we tryout for carvings, we
whittle like life is good. I ate a problem. I got an ulcer. I woke up.
I see why some
love. we need better than ourselves. we need to believe gods are here. I just
framed differently. I suppose it changes. I was chiseling iron.
I keep to myself, I
live like boxed up, I spend like fifty a week. I eat at banquets, in an intangible
room, I wake up and drink water.
