"Written in a Rhythm You Could Never Understand," "God Feels Like Everyone," and "Never Did I Almost Grieve"

Written in a Rhythm You Could Never Understand

I don’t wanna move backward
I wanna move forward
In extreme night rhythm
A form of pain
 
Sometimes, when the highlight reels are through
I’ll come lagging back to you
As damaged rain
Otherwise, in fatal charms, I’ll blunder
 
Because what’s good for you is good for
Your half-brother
The one with the cruel mouth
Are these my pants of tomorrow
 
When will it be yesterday
If you still have nothing to
Hide, but the chosen
Few

God Feels Like Everyone

Weird man walking
By on cloudy
Night
Like you who thus far haven’t been described
 
As if seeking
A film to become whom you are—
Gods’ lost voices
In the rain
 
Until nowhere else is left in light
When gods feel like lost children
Even if no one you need’s up to speed
Await your ghost liar
 
Cry not on yesterday’s event schedule
Seek out multiplex traumas
Await your own ghost children in shadows
With no one left to whimper from above

Of The Kind Stranger

The poem goes on
In labored breath
In speech altered sometimes
While false cities lie in rain
 
Never was once like once before
Pity the poor ruined
Your altered birth could lie in rains
With all the flowers bending
 
Before we become thankful
Like muralists golfing just outside the humdrum
Whom the devil would deny
While he waits for you & me
 
Please be kind to strangers
Who hunker down in subplots
Where reckless voices almost blend
But most of us are still not allowed to attend