margarinalia

whom my heart loves i sought but did not find her in darkened dreams & misbegotten memories borne again & buried alive on the bathroom floor beneath her apple’s glassy eye

you have been told o man what is good to do justice & love mercy & walk humbly with your god & yet you have broken this triune law time & again stringing god along without the strength of Ulysses to bend the simple bow

all i see is earthenware

toss and turn in the ruins of what was

this beautiful butterfly dwelling on sh*t

stain our pane in streetlight

fluid's cheaper at wylie liquor

within me cries come to the father

honey one uh these days you gonna fly away to yer daddy’s house and he’ll be there sittin’ on the front porch waitin’ for you

framed & hung relics of the fall