Fuck It

Fast prayer. 

Just two words. 

Eyes wide open.
Candle unnecessary.

Simple, yet superior.
Release never felt this good.

Know what you know. 
Mean what you mean.

No room for gooey in the middle.
Unsuspecting saint.

He controls as much as he can.
But not everything.

Come what may.
What-the-hell faith.

Never prayed this hard.
And meant it.


tk/May 2015

Serious, hushed read by R.A.D. ... as if he's in church ...

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Poppy

I save the red nostalgic kiss.

After the longest moment of silence,

press the petals to my lips.

I have kept the faith, knowing I would love

and be loved, intimately

remember how November lies,

cenotaph on the other side of the Atlantic.

I am like a ghost who signals,

hears the same blood-beat in my ear;

chance shrapnel delivers

the opiate churning up of earth.

This late-flowering lust.

tk/November 2014


Excellent read by R.A.D. Stainforth...love the rare smile...

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