*

There is no distance with God

The broken glass of communism

Travel again

Into a sandstorm

I heard death is kind…

You need to keep up with its silence

Is it okay to stay secular?

Surprisingly the clouds

And us

Us


*

Madness is personal

Your company travels without you

Sentencing each other to love

I love you

Sitting …

With an empty back

Occasionally encountering new money’s amplification of everything

I can’t get used to this damage

The confusion of employment

The precise spot of space I occupy

Devoting life to a future emergency


*

Holding onto the stability of a diagnosis

This kneeling is full

In my minor leaning toward you

There is an evasion of joy

Of its missing words …

You utter a good goodbye

And the slow hatred of most envelops me

Awaiting a spectacle

Shifting from love to hatred to love to hatred etc …

Looking from a mirror

At the bad shapes of the world