Apocalypse

God says
I am the angel of death now.

I ride a pale horse.

Her name is macadamia.

We ride across the world
and everybody dies.

We watch the moon bleed.

Nothing has changed except
I have a friend.

I stroke her mane
when my hands are cold.

She is like love.

My love is burning.

She loves red apples painted
with dew.

Intrinsic Value

According to death
every human risks inflation.

Even if you don't crumple properly

Even if you can't fold yourself
into green presidents

When death holds a human
under sunlight
a small ghost face appears.

The difference is market conditions
whatever that means.

I imagine death
wondering why we're down again.

Lucid

In my dream
Our cat is flying
Our skin is purple
But the whole thing is really
About the crucifixion.
We keep waiting for Jesus
To come back.
Jesus never comes back.
So we raise our children
In America where
Our cat is flying
Our skin is purple
But the whole thing is really
Just a dream.
It's the craziest dream
I've ever had.
When I wake up
Jesus is right
Where we left him.