These days I forgo all explanations.
My words come out like collisions
so I accept the grace of
a life that simply washes
over me like a midnight shower.

I’ve abandoned all books.
I now find answers in the
eyes of strangers. Their
secrets spill out like
overflowing cups.

Anaheim finds me sleepless
and contriving the birth of a
new religion built on
misunderstanding. It’s symbol
is a daisy chain of bombs.

Time is short of breath.
There are damsels of bliss
between its gasps. I close
my eyes and sit to its
silence.

My mind is a burgeoning garden.
My willpower is a blue iris.
My courage is a red dahlia.
My discipline is a white rose.

My love takes the shape
of a god’s eye view. My secrets
are mountains. The darkness is
an ocean and I sink deeper
unable to escape myself.

Redemption is a language
I learned in reverse.
Hell’s greatest lesson is escape.
I’ve broken all my mirrors
and only see myself through
the eyes of others.

I am at war with myself.
I can’t rest as she lies next
to me sprawled like a galaxy.
She is true in all the ways
that I am a lie. I kiss the insides
of her thighs. She tastes like July.