day-after paroxysms – November 9


blinding numb paroxysms

of disbelief, slow motion

car wreck still to happen

coming, coming down

a road all too obvious


and we chose it.


rage, loss of control

visit these things

upon us, fantasies

of payback, blind

nesses to impact

in the real world


ha sataan laughs

at the destruction

incipient, pulsing

our own hollow

anger to strip us

even more bare.




who will save us

from this impulse

of despair.


come Lord Jesus

do not leave us in

these hard mercies

of our making.


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