Cirque du Soleil
You were a failed experiment
on my living room carpet
two nights after the earthquake.
Category: Poetry
Of Godhead and Gravestones
Of Godhead and Gravestones
Rip the words from my tongue
before they find form
four figures in the desert, by a rock, or a stone
four figures in the desert, by a rock, or a stone
the language
that they speak
only makes
sense
under the
water.
goodbyes for exodus
goodbyes for exodus
i.
there is a girl on our street who for a dime will eat any insect
that doesn’t die on its way to her mouth. her dad watches and talks to us about god and how lonely it must’ve been to not know for so long which language to learn. if there is food in my house, it’s gone. hunger is proof that I’ve struck only those people
who’ve entered my dream oblivious that they’ve come back for more. the girl tells me that if I don’t close my eyes
