Super Bowl Sunday

tumble weed in the streets,
K street streaked with
salty whiteness no cars,
angle parking on 9th
for church crowds,
empty restaurants sit you by
the window, leave
the coffee pot to its own devices,
or yours,
it's superbowl sunday,
all's quiet,
all are in worship,
chilling the beer,
unbuttoning the pants,
saying the prayer,
waiting for the kick-off,

release.

Superbowl Sacrifice a reverse prayer to out and save us

faces taking up all
the bulbs snapped into the
well wall water the plants--
afterlife shells--confidential
memories and somebody you
might know--wasted catatonic
hourly crusade bad word search
weak word journey uneasy choice
apathy--invisible comments of the
social brigade one more public ceremony
for the beast on holy sunday creeping
devil pyramids and the eye watches all--
if you see something--UNREAL--
say something to drown the whiskey
in vomit climbing up your throat
or the thought that there's something
beyond this coloring book
post misinformation on social media
get the train--all source beyond THE
source is the lie--I am god truth
Baphomet, I know your name--
capitalized into eternity,
stay in your homes, fear yourselves
your neighbors, humanity hides it's
secrets under my bed--I am only a dream
symbol but you make me real--
I name you to disarm you.