Eye fled over the voodoo’s nest.
There is a God.
There is a Fallujah.
There is a you, me, your twin selves and our ruin.
Pray to my preacher, take his hand, blessing.
Wine runs red, blood, blood on wedding dresses.
Eat your feel and make it last; this famished shrunken yellow cadaver’s ash.
A gin gun a mouth a son,
Five million ways to die.
Lazarus on meth.
Put a tourniquet around your throat before you go burning shit.
Wild wolves feed,
Devoured the tide’s breaking foam like a child eating his first
ice cream cone.