Strangers stand at corners beneath street lights looming
Dark while summer’s sun plays a cloudless sky. What seem
To me
Like planetary bodies behind bawling signs, folly
Of holy ghosts,
Sweat sloughs off chins to announce
ARRIVAL
IN PROGRESS IS
HERE
END THE
END OF THE WORLD
These sidewalk slopes
Rip breath out my lungs, grind
My ribcage to dust and glass, whittle fascia to nothing
– Some lack of collagen, maybe.
Scream-sounds, like voices, a man makes eye contact. Wirey frame
Behind a sign, shiny hair wide eyes –
I hold Gramma’s hand and she leads me past doomsday,
jesus is returning satan’s
Rule coming seven years if left behind, statistically
I think
I’d die.
Know the two marks just look at the signs
Our government our schools our books and movies and games our morals microwave
dinners our kids –
Gramma shakes her head, squeezes her wrinkles
Soft to my palms, both of us slick with sweat. I know
Doomsday lurks in the halls of UCSF in search of my brother
Bound by cancer of the brain,
Low grade
Spinal tumors masquerade
My brother’s atoms and tumor behavior with survival rate lower
Than Russian Roulette.
His cells crawl in, purpose forgotten, and pry muscle from bone
Agony peeling slow, year
After year he’s dancing with death
Instead of playing swords with me.
gods will be boys.
Reign, return, and wrath
Reminders years stretched to final for the sake
Of perfection,
Eternity. Stay
Gone. Don’t take him from us.
Stay gone.
Don’t bring us some
Knock-off murder-thieving replacement stay gone stay gone I promise I’ll pass
Him controller for PlayStation 2 he’ll play Kingdom Hearts until you return so stay
Gone while we pound pianos in our play room burn your bush until it’s gone Stay gone
Leave room for my ascension
Up Poppa’s cherry tree passing fruited blossoms to my brother
Birthday suit pullups painted
Dripping down his side
Only red I’ll drink of in remembrance
Stay.
Gone.
Surrender stick sword splinters to our palms
Tear drops scare our coloring books our crayons
Holier than meek and mild and,
If anyone opens the door it will be him keyblade child of destiny –
If Wormwood sea descends then stars awake Leviathan
And all her murdered body does is teach us how to swim
How to breathe again I’d dare you if we wanted you.
Stay gone Stay gone Stay gone
Nothing you offer is worth
Your low-survival forehead mark or screaming chest-bared signs salvation so
KEEP
STAYING
Gone.
Wake up –
Midnight in March, months before
Like years after,
In Mama’s Neon along other shooting stars
Burning with Golden Gate lights above and below a different darkness
Deep as each other's answers as unknown as
Why tires rotate backwards on the bridge,
Hubcaps mirrors for light and drumroll
With us, past
Us. Why are they going back and how
Do they keep going forward? How do they turn
A tired soul
Back to sleep?
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