Sometimes I forget which text I’m in
like I forget where I put the key or my guitar or what's your name
And I open one door after another
While in my back
The house is on fire
It smells like cinnamon
It smells like I am tired
With a chain of pain around my neck
I’m trying to win
Against the smoke that I breathe in
When I sing.

A black hole for a heart
A white star for a mind
I am exploding quietly
Into the ruins of a life
That once was dear to me.

And the mess words leave me with
Is nothing I could ever grasp
I fill my pillow with broken glass
So I don’t have to dream
Like gravity’s rainbow
- in every color- shines the halo of sparks
From the short circuit
Made by the liquid
That is dropping
From my face
“Every death is an end in the race
It’s a stopping and starting”
But it is not it is not
It’s a stopping a stopping a stopping!

My heart became a bone
My mind left me alone
Everything is at its place except for you
from the broken lines in space
I can tell that it's not just the sun
but your face that curves the room as well

Mobile phones
mobile homes
With the doorknob in the hand
That is burning hot
my life is turning
into a literary hold up
signs under fire
and a pilgrimage caught in a feedback knot
and this answers the question
Whether or not
There is a god