Vessel

Volumes speak angels and demons alike,
earthen words, when
selling
souls
elevates misperceptions of
love.

Stay

and

be hated
be scorned
be adorned
in bleeding robes
be warned

for

Mercury was revolting on his approach
as if dying in the throes of lying

again
be warned

when

rubber bullet chemistries
make music in the air
a formulaic memory
of a time when being bold meant
being true

make me believe there is a reason to stay
in the wane of losing you.