tin prayer

oh lord
of fire and
lord of blight,
lord of the light
blue dressing.
lord of mysterious skies,
crying masses
of intestinal angst.
lord of vapid footed biology.
lord of mutter and worry.
lord of bitch-
tied 'bout the kneecaps.
lord born from the imprint,
lord copied from carbon.
lord still independent
of who voices. lord of
unbroken
breads. lord who by bison, by blue, by
wrecked and half-noble knuckles.
oh lord it is for you
that i bleed a bad tartan.
it is for you
i dance a slow jig.
lord whom to holier
nothings were nowhere
never whispered,
genuflectously intoned,
the breath of the great
patella oh magnanimous sweet
unfulsome oh bloody oh
lord.

Paranoia mix

celestial

the ridiculous arrangement of our bodies. books given on your birthday. how once in the backyard you dropped to your knees. took me there. a taffeta shift. spiderweb tights. that could have been us that rode to the stars. instead we never went anywhere. paved circuit from the bathroom to the bedroom. from the bathtub to the sink. we always want more of our powers. but someday we're done fighting evil. or good. love's fingers on the autoharp. the moon on the horizon. before the sadness of the stars. do i regret it? no. it's not a lie if you believe. what won me was the wisp. what held me i don't know.