omniscient

 

to the sky

 

i’m addicted to the sky

both near and far

both day and night

and its changing colors

how lost i become

in its narcotic freedom

in its lack of promise

in its vacuous zilch

what a silly idea

to have this flesh

needing these bones

bound to this structure

i’m addicted to the sky

as gravity weakens

and weeps at the sight

of my fleeing soul

(about the girls)

 

before gone

 

i am troubled sometimes

no cries

no angry outbursts

no tearing at flesh

but troubled enough

into sighs and huffs

and folds of isolation

love or no love

smiles feared or accepted

those looking, look away

rewarding each breath

with the willingness for another

still walking below the sun

a vagabond’s pace

slower than expected

pondering nothing and undone

i am troubled into moments

without words or meanings

eyes like a sunset

before gone

becomes lost

pause

 

god at the palace

i went to the palace to worship

through an ancient rustic window

looking over shoulders

god was an idiot

a housewife

a prostitute

a student

a cokehead

an eighteen year old genius

i couldn’t tell the difference

she looked the same to me

from every angle

but the way she moved

and the things she did

divesting all her energies

exposing every weakness

taking it off

letting it down

god smiled

and opened her legs to receive me

i bathe in your glory

O lord