I miss the rolling flame

lost in name and deeds

As I stared it stole my friend and

when I turned

it stole my Mother.




Through my curses learned

of the rolling thunder

lost from speech

under eyes

the prayers

of dreams.

stole my waking life.







I am breathing.




everything all at once.




Holy Spirit?

Honored guests...




Is this the Hell that you suggest?




It licks my lips, it burns my face

Outside no word but sirens

when I awake.