Turning

Throwing stones at the sky Hoping they’ll skip across clouds Turning air into meaning. We’re definitely turning something into something, Water into wine, is it? Miracles! That’s what I need, Not careless deeds, Not random acts of kindness. Holy prayers Made by holey hands… But won’t the words slip right through? Can we not just…

Overpowered

”Architects of our own demise” … Architects? I’d prefer Engineers, Mass producers, Scientists of demise. It rolls off our production line Like smoke And we breath it in like a drug. It keeps us high,   Keeps us sick, Keeps us in business, Keeps us warm at night. Scared of the dark? Just spend a…