2/30 & 3/30

2/30

My lungs are all aflame with the water that is clogging them
Like cholesterol to the heart
They shall be filled with ominous things meant to break us down
And to kill
The home on the left once housed a famous madman
People thought he was sweet
Dutch angle of the floor to remind us of this crooked place
Adjust my heart with a leveler
There is a war going on for your mind and I am but a soldier
I won’t tell you to think but I will make you and you will hate it
What if I told you that the things you believed were false
What if I provided the evidence necessary to shake the Westboro Baptist Church
I hope your God burns on the cross so he has no body to resurrect with

3/30

Once there was a man from Nantucket
He died on a Tuesday
His wife had the arms of tree limbs in her backyard
She wore an apron
“World’s best cook”
She could only see past the kitchen counter.
Her daughter mowed the lawn
The chopped up blades would float around her like a hurricane
She turned green with money.
Envy was upon the horizon as the foreigners caught wind of our expenses.
They hurled bombs like Greek gods across an ocean of glass
our land was dented like a car in a wreck
We were wrecked.
Disaster zone.

Shrapnel flew across a forest.

6 men dug a foot each

The 7^th felt the warm sting of a viper in his back

He was from Nantucket.

They called him Joe

It was Monday.