Our Dolls Die with Us

This is

reality

ersatz

savage:

We live

in fear.

Our

present

is a future

past–

Our dolls

die

with us.

Rob Goldstein November 17, 2018

 

 

 

The Jesus of Insurrection

The Jesus of insurrection

ascends from the flames

of Gehenna,

He walks on waves

in black and white

He leaves fingerprints

on my lips,

flames leap

to absolute green

He settles and waits.

Events condense as fog.

I wear my reality as tight

as skin; the slightest

break will kill

me.

RG 1986-2015-2018