November 29, 2023 – 4:45 PM

The dark noise of longing,
this opaque path,
prickly thickets of desire.

Commerce

BEHOLD THE EUCHARIST reads the sign by the GOD ALMIGHTY GUN SHOP

The captain jumped ship, 
found a bar, 
got stinking drunk, 
and then disappeared.

Nailing names to things,
They fossilize 
Into the lie of certainty.

Topsy turvy triumph,
get-up-and-go
giggles
in the upside down.

Our living ghosts
breathe foul disconnect,
while our dead
guide with their secrets.

Holy new illumination,
domestication of prophecy.

Ship of ancient appetites
sails away,
hungry souls unappeased.

Distraught iron clanging
through ancient fog
forewarns gaudy certainties.

Epitaph on the tombstone 
of a taciturn man:
FILL IN THE BLANKS