Solemnly I discorded
to meddle in the cogs of grace,
Driving faster out of hope to be saved
as angels resisted and devils gained.
I am suspended amidst the chaotic
disassembling of paraplegic machines
Terminally doomed and forever withering into stone.
Our tethers fell dismantled
Into the withering sun
To leave me breathing in the smoke.
With that ephemeral
tragic talk show stare,
to cut through your most
By Luke VanderPol
The animate corpses hunt for clemency
My hand falls to the covers; releasing my
cell phone as it chimes a busy signal.
With new reserve she slips away
and back into her shell,
by Luke VanDerPol
You stretch up to the sky
Like so many other nights I tried
to close that bedroom door with care
and fall away to my own world
But that night you were there.
Through another tragic sunrise
Inside this perfect wasteland
where I have come to believe
the mother starves the meak