fell into place
the 3rd note
in a cord
the knife
on the table
the drugs
in your pocket
the cross
around you neck

grew up
wanting
to be an apostle
hang out with
jesus and that whore
mary
got that story wrong

bucket number six
tension fucked up blue
hair and a voice that
could produce nausea and
ultimately stunning orchids
and hyacinth
which i would crush
with my awkward
paws and leash

your beautiful eyes
spin the wheel
get out of this one

it was
the last time
we
would speak
forever
memories
it
was the
first
time i felt
full

was wondering
was wishing
was

captivated

needing only
light
then some
shade

all
the necessary prayers
say them
daily
say them
knowing
someone
hears

yelling matches
about
leaving who
would get
out
first

under her tongue
she keeps
plutonium
and a couple of
words
she hardly even
uses

my home
must be somewhere
thru the window
not even whispered
clear as the sky

came here as dust
with a ticket
marked
to anywhere

not
doing any of those
things
still

at your side

a good
day
to
stop feeling
any
pain

nobody
will ever
hate
you
like me

telling me to
wait
a little longer

you were busy then
betraying
all making sense
to someone

inside the seed
wish it were a plant
edified
then i could eat it

maybe
then
i
could make it
grow

turn it into something
breathtaking

you fucking pig
fuck
do not need you

generation of swine
all grown up
thank you Hunter

for trying

she recognized
it was uncomfortable

and in other news
the warmest year on record

they met
talked about it

what creates a problem

the vegan world
the one we live in
looks like a deer
must be a gun

loves the taste of blood

presumably
cursing god
safety
being in trouble

studied jazz
mostly piano and
learned to improvise

took the program
told the sponsor
make me a promise
follow thru on
your education

then we hugged