Poem

JET HACKED

Statues stalking sight for sky

Piss onto our heads the moonlight as it's found, leaving

Cloudscapes insertable.

Certainty is cold and seems so sad, exorcised

Baby beef underneath my pants treats it with a brainy liberty by

Waving soiled gauze at bees.

And energy ceases to fry the fraught lichens court-side, mirrors

Glare at their rebounded walls big as tags

Explosively crinkling the holes forgetting we're human.

A virus rings, hellhounds bark cha-ching, particles

Bash into alternate realities premeditating a primitive need

For charity, for toiletries.

Where I work uncorks me and I fuck up, I

Fuck my desk and then the deaf kid two floors above fucks the

Slotted radiator that reminds him of Orthodox Easter grass.

Terrified, I'm on the phone, it's terrifying you're on the other line, and

In his great mercy, God has given us new birth into a living hope through

The resurrection of Jesus Christ from the feds.