Faith .........the virus that topples ............hourly wages
They’ve bandaged the road with black toothpaste
We’ve come back dreary doom impending
My skull bounces against the window .........overtime Why couldn’t his skin to the glass be given? They’ve reduced wing-walking, strut-hammocking, and free-loving to bags of salted peanuts and vomit You could scoop the gray from the sky with a fish net
I ’ l l p r a y f o r y o u
My bare feet lose heat from the passing wet wind before gaining it back through the light of Sol ascending above yonder steeple My book’s pages require a defense from ranks of lonely morning spiders though they decrease from all-nighter sleepiness
My thumb rests unintentionally on the transmit button Our jokes are heard but not listened to
Methods methods methods glued together;
Communal confrontation
I break too many things that aren’t mine I’m too often forgiven
The clock on the ashen kitchen wall whistles on the third bird waves of sound carrying the soap smell It floats, Purpose-driven