GHOST

Cracked pharmacist

Of childhood homicides,

Intoxicating

Brother, fuck

Forgetfulness of death.

Let’s into the German

Streamers of God’s golden wind.

And not

Return.  

UNTITLED

O dream star, Atari wonder-

Land, black-haired, almost Japan.

Child, Christ-

Like saint, and ancient.

Bewilder, your eyes

Are not broken.

You can still see. We

More, or less, are

Unacceptable.  Except for

Criminal.

Don’t stop, be my lost

Childhood. You got me

Real good.

You have no idea.