Passover dinner

I promise myself that dawn will barge the rooftops opposite the sun again.

Staring at the moon laid stupid in a cloud,

as I’m eye to eye with brake lights

Taking inventory of my dreams.

I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite just yet,

already full of honored guests in the pit of my void.

I am not alone in this vehicle

Driving…

In the perfect flavor of my age

Helpless in the great beyond

Stupefied in the eye of eternity.

The unrest I find while sitting still

approaching stars like moving targets

misfiring my will crushed thrown in heaps with all the trash…

Taste buds bloom in the wreckage of caffeine,

unflattering

I drowned a phrase traveling across my tongue.

Its shipwrecked death sticks to spaces of my teeth.

Whistling I walked my mind away from it, proud of how I murdered it despite surrendering.

Unlike the

Locusts

And the boils

Or the blood of the first born

A taste heard only in my head