The cut of a man

The stars cracked
And slid down the wall of the sky
Like dying tears
After gunshots

And though I was dressed presentably
I was fixated on catching the tail of that damned devil
Like I had just been born
Stuffed into a body too big to be loved
And hated
Because God chose to climb in there with me
While the jealous
spit

Even as I tapped my heel
To a rhythm – a holy ghost
That spoke like
Some invisible graffiti
Tattooed to a soul
That won’t sit still

Each one of them, my daddy
Hiccups from angels
The last raindrops of a raging storm
Kissing me goodnight
With swollen hearts

Choking on life
Plucked vines possessed with drunken deity
Knotted around necks
And pulled tight
Into pendulums

Flying to hell
From groaning limbs
Telling time
To stop
One too many times

©05.24.2017