knock off early,thank God,
didn't put book over
face like i had hoped,
nose literally in book,but
set aside,arms crossed,
and
monastic journals didn't
set into dreams but
like horror movie
sequences,the
sea creature's arm pulling
baby doll into dark water,
finding popped off
porcelain eyes floating on
their own,
later i was
aiming a shotgun far off,
what type of weather at
night,i want to be
compelled to return to the
driveway or the front stoop
again,
say your prayers,turn the
beads round and round,
something that might
beat panic attacks,
don't hide from the world,or
fear what you don't
understand
embrace what's at hand,
housechurch tables,
adjusting little asher's hat with
my thumb,
i can't destroy everything,
something good is in me,and
certainly the world is
waiting to turn green again,
friend's faces are
brighter than anything,
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