It’s 3 a.m. and so am I / it’s and 3 a.m. being
a way to / examine my shortcomings / history
and then search / bare shoulder / milky coffee
seems like / a / good idea despite 3 a.m.’s
shortcomings – roll over / sensations trapped / in
the / down covers touch / me / lazy sex
– sundays / something / at 3 a.m. /
my pillow / talks caressing my notebook
/ and my phone look / similar
A bird in love with the age
with the time
He doesn’t know any better
A big party this will be
He’ll dance with a sparrow-girl
made of silk and pine needles
Her lips are soft
like a spot between her breasts
He, an eagle-boy
a thing of afternoon sunshine and ash
made of glass and iron spikes
She’s covered in bandages
Not his fault
Priests sing hyms,
soldiers loose their limbs.
writers are struck blind.
Stars burn out,
people relight them with their eyes.
as demons pray.
They will dream again,
and with it earn their sins.