kingsoftrain

Soon
our wait
a baby
to autopsy
god

Soon a doll worrying over its attractions
soon its souvenir a nicotine
patch
from its father’s
arm

Soon a perfect face
shrinking touch
in the smuggled
stomach
of a shy
ocean

Soon my atrocious renderings
of nude
animals, soon

a beetle
on its back
is a flower

The mirror has family
Look, we are
in the garden
of brevity

(by very little, separated

)

No forgiven intimacy creates a star fast enough to keep memory in the kissed forehead of a burning child

Ohio deer
practice
freezing

Right, left
I hear my wife saying
to my son’s
wrist
in a dream, The last

church to hear of god’s death
sends an angel
to the first
	

Death can keep a secret for as long as you drink. If I’m running with my brothers, it’s a dream. Of course I want to feel better. I have a mother and a father. Angels eat babies looking for the astronaut’s fingernail. My singing voice in a church of blood forges a prescription for Ohio’s glass hunger. The empty bathtub passes out. 

Shape has come to mean my body turns out the lights. There are no angels in the ocean. You can’t pay for my most medically alive son. Also I’ve never seen blood but bro I think there’s alot of it. I scream inside of my mother at a stone. Inside of my father’s ankle at my father. For a second I come to in the sexless bodies of my motherfull cousins and the doubled orphan christ writes to me in prose some advice on how to ruin a psalm. Oh long song of wrongdoing. Tattoo shop in a raindrop machine. Eat after me. The heart saves nothing. God even less.

Dying first in a brief world means nothing. 

Pain
disproves
brevity, drinking

in the dark
saves
your brother.

Brothers.

Where were you when you didn’t like me

(The angels and their weird 
  practice children)
(A game of memory, 
  but it’s just the face of god) Find someone

who’ll eat 
with you 
the terror 

I was too young for the dead frogs of my grandfather and too young in front of my grandmother to miss howling with my bare feet them same frogs away from sound. Talk however you want. An angel wakes up in an angel. My son’s body is always awake. I have what you have. A smoke machine from the weapons maker of Eden. The song I kill myself to isn’t clear. Test city horses free of disease renew their deafness in the eggshell sea. Cops don’t have nightmares.

Carry your hand into death.
Do this every day.
By hand I mean
the spot
that sleep
has missed. 

Rabbit w/ exit wound

Appeal
unmarked
in moon’s 
church
to the priest

of my drinking, Oh cross

I lose
my body

The age
of a gunshot
in heaven

God became a woman and died under a tree after making his little garden. His body was found by a hungry man who’d been walking for seven days chasing a receipt taken by the wind. Forget it, thought the man. The blow-up doll, apple chapstick, he’d not return.

Forgive
an angel. 

A cigarette is the deepest fish that lightning can give to god.

What are we being softened for.

Merciless infant.