Ode to an Exploding Meth Lab

Broken bottles
avalanche
a motor buried in the sand

              ocean music you play
              w/guitar picks carved from
              the bones of a martyr

                              “Let us pray…”

A prayer for demons as well
that they be freed
from themselves

              as one might pick & choose
              their blessings
              all one heap

blank pages in the book of the sky
to reverse the infinite

                              if anything at all

the face that stays in the mirror
after you’ve turned away