I wondered who said

miles and miles

and miles

of dusty, parched earth

and wheels on asphalt

would bring clairty

That the stretch of forever in your sight

would bring sun

through the fogged screen of your mind

and that you’d come out

feeling less alone

and more yourself on the other side.

Street lines, road signs, the traffic

occupied time and divulged energy

spent and was spent continuously

it’s been a long time since I felt this light

air blowing through the loose knit of my skin

the sun reflecting like broken glass,

every angle met with rainbows

and invisible pots of gold

This poem is to be continued at some point…




All the God’s are dead

they sit frozen in time

on our dashboards and in our temples

on ropes holding them tightly to our chests.

We pray like they can hear us

throwing petitions at the sky

like we are hoping for answers in the rain

when the only water here

are the tears down our face

while the old gods speak in silence

the modern gods dance

in a flash of light and noise

and disappear when the necromancy ends