trouble is coming
what’s the point in looking back
one day you believed in god
the next planting tulip bulbs
on a cold sunday morning
your daughter tells you
she talks to jesus
and you believe her like you
believed in the hanging man
there is whiskey on your breath
but it no longer has any effect
other than rewiring the circuits
inside your imagination network
trouble is always forthcoming
this much is self-evident
positioned cross-legged on the floor
you orate the next prophecy
april two thousand twenty-one
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