Mortality breeds truer than godhead
and I am last in a line of dwindling demigods
The sharpness of this humanity
is not one my body was built for
This on
off
warm palm
red knuckle
fit of passion
overdue essay
dryer dollar
migraine in chemistry
Ambrosia does not drip down this far
soaked up by watercolor clouds
and gods who can see
into the cracks of the world
jagged as the zebra printed sheets of my
old bed
new bed
full tank
check engine light
fall porch decorations
dead doe in the road
Gifted eyes of the osprey
but I am without will to see
This path well worn
and well run dry
days turning over like a coin flip
in the hands of a gambling addict
Stumbling
catching
valedictorian race
cobwebbed bookshelves
one year anniversary
newly diagnosed heart murmur
Immortality may be monotony
but it cannot feel worse than
this asleep
awake
breathing
gasping
living
surviving
blood than runs red
and not sunset’s gold
and far less than eternity
to figure this shit out
