accidental ex lovers

i am losing my stripes
pinstripes and memories
i have worn the aces
and my eye liner as
so called home-decor

the situation has unbounded
itself from the meaning
now a scream can only be heard

reminiscent of what we called home
it has killed it self at night
at a loss for words

communication

when you divise the deity
do you frolic in passion?
is my will immaculate like my ancestors
have painted it so?

    i have not heard the grass moving
     this season

when will the fears be stronger than the will?
i suppose when the ship sinks
the air, instead of rising
it will choke us to death

ah boy i should know better
than to try surmount the wreckage

haven’t i told you
the mirroring of existence
evokes my demons?
saviors are medicine;
is god defining the messiah
or am i?