Deathcatcher

I weave threads
gray with time
silk followed folds
binding the edges
a bone of an animal i killed
a feather of the bird i live to be

the dresser vibrates
the bible crusher
vodka obstructed message
has traveled from space
and back
to destroy my nightmare.

The sleeping giant wakes
scouring the wasteland
eating the ultra violet radiation
creating fusion in the dead reactor
powering the gospel of past spirits
that've been further down the road
im walking along.

a church
with no organ.
you dont lose much faith
when the deafness sets in.
ringing constantly
folded hands
trap the last light.

The evil eye
fuels the vultures appetite
a stiletto touches me deeper
than cheap words
hanging me from noose
with every wrong letter
the floor slides out
a
little
mo_e

the swan drops the sound
if i was drowning
would you see how blue
i could get before you
placed a straw
on my lips
to smoke a farewell cigarette
while you pop my last breathes
as they float to the surface
inhaling the essence.

A firing squad
of anxiety
cluster fucks my quick reflex
to fight or flight
when im all out of forgiveness
and short of breath on retreats
for other days.

the war is over
but the battles never stop
like the out of touch Japanese
my eyelids set
on a rising star
where instability
is defined
by bursting bolts
and gauges with broken needles

you spin the charm above your bed.
you spin the charm below your ankle.
a curse is lifted for a night
and the feather knows a road
where a few letters
could save a soul.