religion as it relates to geometry:regifting the past as an unsoud investment.

small white lights hover in front of big bright lights
at acute angles to the ideal trajectories of
peace and understanding.

hope and bikespokes spill from heartshaped hells of
tomorrow is yesterday and everything means more
than even those who say it.

you have painted yourself into a
room in the wall with a small size door.
two hundred fifteen days become the
two flashing lights half a block ahead
that i will never catch up to.

universal insecurities are little white lies
and a knot beneath your right shoulderblade
and words in paintings and pictures in poetry
and the fears of failures that not trying never made.

universal truth can be found in the innocent ramblings
of corner drunks
and the spraypainted mattresses
and the back alleys
and unnoticed freckles beneath
the lips of obtuse angels sent at odd hours
to save us all.

small white lights hover and
i throw away everything not bad
for me. throw away, delete
everything good.

children hide behind men in tom selleck masks
and flairwolves howl at the moon and the sun and the son
and the father and the holyghost.

change comes from within.
that is to say there is two dollars
and fifteen sense in dimes and nickels and quarters
stuck deep
inside deeper pockets of shallow pants
that these fingers could
not possibly begin to reach.

small white lights hover at acute angles
in a cacophonous comatose dream
spanning the pain of euclidian plains.
this has been a weird weak.