it's in blood
i suppose
breaking jars

i'm no good
as the prodigal son


and i know that you're mesmerized
you had a vision, made these laws
and sanitized, are we above desires

i miss him so

you are so $#&@ed

it has begun
revolution crawls
all over you

i was listening

you light up the sky

and scrape out your skull
your lovely face
will never be claimed thrice


and we're so unlikely to
upon my wrists i bear the cross

my losses mount as i climb across the home
of my own soul


i'll claim my prize
i don't exist
i am divine

a ghost with eyes