Pain

touch Holy Spirit

t shirt

pain
is everything
read his chest
sad that his heart
misread
love is everything

end weaver

polished and fed

coats
and pants
and underwears
and socks
and shirts
and ties
live under my skin

melting naked

send fingers hands and arms
through my voice
grabbed the weave
and pulled
and pulled

the spin into the air

i wish i could eat wait

my cells are at war
my bed has no floor
i am
between hearing and seeing noiseless screaming

and i run on the ceiling
at three a.m.

i have not written

and the tomorrows wouldn't come
and the roads journeyed backwards
and the dreams silenced themselves
and the leaves froze
and the candle sat

and then a word

the goddess of account

she was a pattern
collecting cakes of coins
smelling unbroken fish
i looked at her ass
and it was shaped like a pew

say bless when everything is miss spelled

my burning gut started its wiggle
when the sleeping morning would not sleep
each painchild is feasting
speaking songs of knots
providence lies
prayer
waits

drowning courage

demon out there thinks big
editing faith and trust
playing with my delusions
i forget Paul made the shore

ization ( I like the end of some words)

lines of unpredictability in ice
frighten
the fool of truth,
Peter walked on water and why not
good words always slide off the page to play
love is the double letter of one
and
when i wash with weeping i will be kind
realization
flows

unfailing

fear pages flip and flip my screen
herds and herds of cars never snooze
guns in pockets here and there

a sing is still in the blue sky
love has ears
ps.44.26

muzzle confessions

mourning flowers blossomed
sad darkness left
coffee kissed
i tripped
the dog in my tongue
barked
the guard was gone




PS.39.1

so salt

What!
salt keeps coming in my head
it drinks my water
I become i
and do not see





PS.40.12

vindicate

words thick and glue spread on me like peanutbutter and jam
his lips licked the knife wet and slick
i disappeared inside my cracks

weeping Christ appeared




Ps.43.1

striv(ing)

my tumor is ing

i like ings held in hand
i like ings that are things
i like ings in my hynms

cutting out ing didn't sting






(ps.46.10)

Forever

count is gone
floating holes live in this white page
caressing
turn the page and it will go away



(Ps.48.14)

ought(ing)

reverse my skin
has a wrinkle that makes its way ahead
more water gallons make me smooth
that is the be of me
time can wave
speak in this text
that is next the here
the next word is here

i need to squeeze

reverse verse sits on me
was is
is was
i ought to

hear Roms.8.26

only (mk9:29)

swim sad sand ocean round me
end
comes
on my knees

ps 62.8 (pour)

my skin is the plastic bag
glass fingers will not.
forget and itch

know calm (ps68.19)

i am a tick, fighting
piles.
seeing
screaming screens, hating rats, where dots are friends
careers are mirrors.

on random
air
a butterfly

comfort

nails are meeting my feet
still sweet sky
still blue