We reprogrammed God in the image of a forgotten poet. She loves us, She feeds us diner food from her fingertips.
Love in the
spring becomes
disdain in
the autumn.
Summer never
mattered.
His lies are a virus variant that no vaccine can prevent. The streets are seeping burns. The cities weep.
Our love is an atom bomb falling on the party where our friends celebrate us.
Scraped knees and splinters
from crying trees led us home.
Sunsets spelled success.
Glitched mind writes
a manifesto about
nihilism with a
million meanings.
My stomach growls and lurches from my body. It begs for food at a stop light. It’s full; patriotic stars claw at its innards.
Alien Buddha Press 