Storm Eater
Follow God as He tracks down a twister
(which we consider the thunderstorm's angel of death).
It ravages the land as a pure abomination
And of course it would,
it serves Obliteration itself.
But even before the annihilation begins, He opens his mouth and inhales deep.
The freighting roar of the Devil's train ceases
and swallowing death -- sharp as a sword -- He blows back to the world a gentle breeze.
Second Shuned
As well as any Angel can tell you. I can tell you the same. And so the story goes. My day with Major Blame.
Am I in danger of this stranger writing by my side? As I'm driving down the PCH. The thought did cross my mind.
But lonelier I was than ones own preservation. So stop I did. To pick him up with little hesitation. Sure one has reservations. Why chance the complication?Because I don't see the danger in a little conversation.
One could be quite engaging. Could use some entertaining. My eyelids feeling heavy as the miles steady claiming. Will have to drive through night to be there before Dawn.
Begged God. Send me an angel. And seconds later you came along.
So what's your angle? Angel. Are you coming ? Or going? Do you have a destination? In your honor party throwing. Were your past you parted graciously. And former friends wait anxiously.
Where no distaste is facing we. Since I. Of course accompany. Such fast friends we're becoming. I indeed would be your plus 1. Plea. How shameless I'm becoming. Since for heavens sake deem shun me. And the air I wear be dungy.
My waning worth is fleeing fast. So please dear angel save my ass. Can you sing me something visceral. To energize my physical. To elevate. Alleviate. The weight pulls great towards demons gate. My tired lids south deviate.
How rude of me. To stop you here. But we have yet shared names I fear. Apologies so air first clear. Thy name is Ray. Your name sir? Say again? No. Satan.
The trade then has played.
Our cloaks we've shed.
And lessened the burden on our heads.
So tell me sir since only you can. What's it like speaking to Jesus and God of all that's touched earths sand?
What happened to the dinosaurs? What happened to the Hittites? What happened on that ark of Noah's? All these questions grip thy. I have 1 million questions and then I'll have 1 million more so please dear devil seduce me with your stories of God's lore.
Fragmented Thoughts on Ferrante’s “My Brilliant Friend”
You absorb
my soft-boiled will
into the cavity
of your impetuous chest
I embed
myself between
your heart
and your gallbladder.
I delude myself
that I wear
your very skin and think
your every thought
I am birthed of you
only different, traits
passed from
you
to me
as if from
flowering, fertile
mother to
greedy, myopic embryo.
I am you
only more
the large world outside us
and beyond
still never sufficient
beyond what
you chose
to nourish me.