All Powerful, Broken Boy
Stretch and string me to a crucifix with barbed wire.
Display my failures and shames.
When you cast the stones, you cast them away as well.
And when I die, I will just come back new. Stronger.
My man Jesus knows what I mean all to literally.
Bonded by the phoenix we burn as brothers.
Perhaps of the same kind in more ways than one.
I’m drinking
Drinking
No more
Drinking some more
Drinking paint thinner.
I swallow blurred lines and let the smoke burn orange in the night like the relentless spot light in my cerebral cortex.
Smoking.
Smoking cigarettes.
Insatiable lungs are getting heavy
Smoke more. More cigarettes to numb the senses. You appreciate the breath you have left that way.
Barnyard, winter
Shivering hand
Quick smoke in Kansas,
After a quickie on a front porch in Georgia.
Smoke screen, blanket.
I just like to keep cozy.
Habits or weapons?
I destroy myself but, I’ll be damned if don’t kill my pains and demons too.
I might even live.
All powerful
Broken boy
Perfect heavy hearts
Good intentions and the angels fall to a false hell.
Hell is in earth and in our heads so, we've already been there.
Confident in a dim room with shades on
Little to no company
The smell of marijuana and hope
Hide the red glimmer of knowledge in your eyes.
Lone wolves roam back alleys
Built for convenience
But, sometimes they become short cuts to gasps of clandestine exposure.
I am the world.
This world belongs to me.
Mission to hold it in hand and make it tangible.
Commence. Transmission over.
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