COULD ONLY LAUGH AT THE IDEA OF BEING LOST

 

the most important thing about drowning

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silver skies through a

dirty windshield at 90 miles an hour said

this can only be the beginning or the end and

she said nothing

 

had fingers dipped in blood had dreams

blessed by golden mechanical birds

but none of it mattered

 

could only drive faster

 

could only laugh at the idea of being lost

 

thought 20 years was an awful long fucking

time to be dragging the lake for my

father’s bones but here i was

 

here we were

 

cold beneath the bitter haze of the sun and

nothing between us but

the same old neverending ocean of fear

 

 

 

 other wars

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the cold logic of religions

built on torture and murder

 

of nations eager to bathe in

the blood of martyrs

 

can’t cry about the stench once

you’ve built your future on

a solid foundation of corpses

 

find the girlfriend in the

trunk with her mouth

duct-taped shut with her

fingers cut off

 

find the boyfriend in mexico

with his wife’s little sister

 

gets to the point where

growing up is the

same as growing old but

what else do you know?

 

pull the trigger but the

gun is empty

 

find the point

where all gods fail

 

stranger at the door smiles

says welcome home