Hearth

Kitchen table hearth
bright yolk-stained confessional
surrounded by time

Invent

Have we ever not
been living on the brink of
annihilation

Why do they tell lies
we could not ever forgive
Wilted future tense

We invent our own
origins while the bombs drop
Prayer has never ceased

Wet Shoes

Life, sometimes a miracle,
Sometimes just wet shoes
ungracefully leaping over
muddled puddles of time

Guilt, leftover from spent seasons,
Not knowing how to
listen to tragedies without
vomiting

Most of this orbit’s gifts
lying in such toxic pools
are never hung out to dry,
unable to breathe, disregarded

Entire histories obliterated
with a bang, coupled
with some faint apology,
leave voices muddy and silent

Next to puddles
filled with expired energy,
burdens are left to air out
haphazard attempts to repent

April Showers

Collision's tart scent
Green comfort given by fate
Planets in frenzy

Dreamin'

Useless indignance
We all beg for honesty
Even our dreams lie

Praying Mantis

Pious cannibal
Something a lover might say
Sinning for hours