Mavericks of light
Within a sweet vapoured tide
Of chaos so steep


6.11.10

Drips

sometimes when it rains I squeeze my foot into the floor of my car,
watching dews of God's acidic tears disappear in my periphery,
and smashing into my unreliable frontal lobe.
I forget it is a machine I hold, with tremendous power,
and guardian angels are tired,
of pulling all the strings.