hick lore rabbit hole:
pictures of god don’t sell:
by the time god gives you a daughter
he’s already met
the one person
in the crowd
he can make
older now, sadder
on the loss
of its fame
the toy exile of a lightning storm
run the disposal for the fat-handed man who’s heard himself think. worship the out-of-body mother as you would a curfew from your past. ghost for angel.
it’s enough to give a ghost amnesia, snow like this. we’re pretending to look for his daughter while sharing what he calls a milkman’s cigarette. throw a brick, say touchdown. I might have worked for a mirror. I don’t know where we are or how old his daughter is. lamb of the bunch. blood’s haircut.
[devotions for pilot]
historically, it has gone this way
the present, my lap
how long might satellites mourn? sickness took the lord. a scarecrow the pulse of a cricket.
not every image was worth the effort.