and so like blood, like water

cathedral of december light,

sunshine through early afternoon fog and
the wide open spaces of
j christ’s trembling mind

the logic of war and

the necessity of silence

dog goes for the young boy’s throat

again and again until there’s not even
enough blood left to quench your thirst and
when you ask the fucker to apologize
he spits in your face

in the age of heroes there can

only be predators and victims

have you forgotten

the basic truths?

money and power are what matter

redemption is an idea best left

for movies and books

picture your life as a race to the

top of a pile of corpses

believe in kings

and in assassinations

in porn star junkies

start with love and work

your way back to slavery