pray

i'm self-improved
honed to a superfine edge
a careless knife
wild hair
fucked up jeans

mumbling through the errant city
mind emptied
taking the next unknown corners
mesmerized by mirrors that play
videos of the insecure child
with a badluck god

he was insincere
sometimes he ditched synagogue to
play streetfighter at the
candystore
sometimes he wrote
secrets in the corners of the
looseleaf behind the
pink line and then
tore them out
burned them
eradicated
ate them

sometimes he intoned
murder prayers
concentrated ill will on
his enemies like
orbital lasers
sometimes he stole large
things which were small or small
larger things
sometimes he died
back when he was
supposed to

sometimes he
was still here