Stood Up

Solar winds are blowing
wide tusks rolling
mud and death flung
we shall live forever
under avocado ceilings
apartment butchers grinding
knives to wheels
we break all seals
shout “Baka!”
stretch out on the sky
lose sight through peepholes
squint enough to remember joy
pain, rejection, His cradled spirit
arsonists out of excuses
pointing a broken finger
into the gulch
the FM crackles
lakes shrug at seas
and we do drugs
dying extra quick with
new strings and crowns