from THE SUM OF BROKEN PARTS

10.

i am the only child of

the one true god
and i am in hiding

i am silver and i am

gold in the age of famine

motherless and broken

stoned

no ladder to the sky no

more precious metals to
dig up from the earth
and so we die in the
world we’ve created

we are reborn into the

world we destroyed

a circle carved into

your lover’s flesh

a new day

wake up slowly and

without regret

crawl down the stairs

and out the back door

smile blindly into the

unforgiving sky
while our sons and
daughters burst into
                     flames

static

the sea of static

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mary's house

yellow light into grey,

       end of november,

             almost warm,

          almost hopeful,

and when you’re tired of being an artist or

      when you’re tired of bleeding for minimum wage,

      when you’re tired of sorrow,

                           tired of breathing,

there’s always suicide and

it’s not like i’m telling you something new here

it’s not like i’m saying

anything at all