We who are left evince logic
We’ll have to continue on
I guess. We’re alive. Still.
But, death has come.
She’s slithered in despite
Our best crosses held against hooded corpse
I am not a dark species.
It was not the death we expected
But it does destroy the place
O now with what we’ve seen, we are
Pitched and tumbling toward ashy demise—
O life in you O life in me—
We root. When the tumble comes
Rumbling down, we root we spread, we live
We live—we live—we live—we
Live, must I heal the world in addition?
I will use all of your help
For all of your healing
I will tincture their turmoil but
It is not mine &
It is not me
5.2.16 (on prince)
Half of everything is communication.
Growing up we dialed zero in emergencies
So if I appear outnumbered I still won’t call you
but drop the hand puppets and we’ll talk
Did you think we had time.
Did your means justify the outcome, did
the outcome come out in the wash.
Reverse psychology at the very least
guarantees the game
My parents liked shell games too.
Bruising was an hygienic procedure
which is why
There might be other reasons I bring the revolution.
I didn’t love letting go but
You rigged the receiving end
Then crawled right out of my skin