i think on sally
siobhan
suzanne
other exes beginning with s
miss them then
exit
history clicks its fingers a
man dismembers himself via
backpack bomb and
kills a dozen
names suzanne holds her lover
pentagram in her palm
buried temples in forest
sand
sea
dead gods outnumber living gods
i drink in a bloomsbury bar
galaxies tap at my window
sally showers
talks in haikus
dying for
god doesn't make you special
it just makes you dead
siobhan sips wine
listens to digital songs
analog when her parents conceived her
there is no war on terror
you know that
no more a war on terror than a
war on
soil
drugs
forest
god
ocean
there is
no war on terror
semantic spook
lop off a head
and
five heads sprout from the wound
i tell you i love you
fuck
you with context
know that
we will bore and
kill each other
two years from now
know
there is no such thing as
time
you know that
we will fuck each
other over
pull each into our
own place in
time in
hurt
say nothing
it means
it doesn't
you know
that
lover
is not them
it's
us is
hydrogen
stupidity
i watch a low red moon
i close my eyes angels clip their wings for me i stare at petals stare at fabric of gods squat on cloud scribble mathematical theorem fecund pays them no attention this squeezed-in world fabled but insignificant see the wiring under the boards brilliance of matter happening i'd rather pass through the eye of a needle than get into heaven
copyright 2008 Darren Francis
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