Steamed almond milk in dark chocolate.
Gluten free granola with pumpkin seeds.
“Your hair is nice,” he said to me.
Waiting for a drip refill, not his turn in line.
“Looks like an angel,” he gestured to her
“Don’t you think?” As she spun the register.
“That, this and your total is six sixty six.”
A laugh that would not be held back
Came out a boulder after Indiana Jones.
“There’s some irony there,” she said.
“Can I touch it,” he asked with earbuds in.
I consented and bowed my head to him.
Look within my brother, see my sin
See my dying mother, see my crooked kin
Say you met me in a post apocalyptic place
You would not think this face angelic
Beneath this halo of hair a brown bear
A crown of horns and raven stare
Lovesick greed and prideful envy
Lust for every other empty
Troll and Cold War border sentry
Hooves and grooves worn in memory
I am the fire which takes your home
I am the liar who bleeds the stone
I am therapist and analyst and clone
I am the night which swallows suns
I am the oceans of desire
I am the all consuming one
I am the throne assuming son
I am the all sowing sire
The demon of eternal bones
All blessings be upon your way