Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,

When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.

It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.

There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,

The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice