kingsoftrain

I watch movies naked and lightning tattoos god into becoming an addict.   

I seashell myself into the wreckage of the angel’s elbow. Death’s memory and god’s memory are switched at birth. I lie to my mom. There’s a pill that makes me not take pills.

Thanks to Daniel Cyran for asking me about mornings and breakfast and routines and posting some work by myself and others HERE at Stark and Saint Redwood

God
up late
with silent
babies

You liked
a song
and people
died.

Art doesn't exist.

The world's
not old.

No one can dream about god. Water can’t be touched. Time makes itself into a seed that grief never plants. Death fails as a garden but not as death. Cheekbone, ransom, kneecap. I was sick for awhile and now want to love things.

Insects eradicate loneliness
all the time.

The flood was never god's.

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Angels choose ghosts for god. I’m lonely when you’re here and not when you’re not. For emphasis, don’t read this if you’re not my brother. If you are, don’t read this aloud. I’ve never been to a strange place. My son writes a story about a cannibal eating the mother of the antichrist. I want to fix the devil. The story goes deeper than I want it to. I drink all day. My sons are alive. My sons tell me they can be alive in their sleep. I want to test god. I give a pill to Adam and he waits for my signal. When Adam dies, he dies thinking his stomach is where it should be. My longing isn’t ready.