All The Light We Cannot See

Let’s taste your bitter almond holy water— 
Where’s that eternal fire talking bush?
To cast all light we cannot see—
And needle that atonement rush.

Your sadistic patriarch saw fit 
to keep me on my knees.
Mine eyes—they’re locked a thousand yards. 
There’s comfort in concrete.

As my cracks widened,
I burned with California—
And watched my Paradise collapse…

Where I once heard laughter,
Skinned my knees and tasted first love’s kiss. 
Now I breathe black skies, taste the ash,
and mourn the life I miss.

We can fly high and kiss the sky, 
Over amber waves of fertile grains—
Or walk scorched streets exhaling de trop
malAmerifeasance.

As we drift into cold-sweat slumber, 
Sandman will arrive before we’ll know. 
And all the world’s a stage—
But only the wicked steal the show..

As we lay our heads down to sleep. 
I wish you well. 
I wish you peace. 
From Our American Fucking— 
Nightmare.

“Evil people—you never forget them. And that’s the aim of any actress never to be forgotten.” ~ Bette Davis