trinity beings

acid
bitter in this crevice
I must have expected
something less hopeless
Paris cups and chromosome coffee hipsters
whose beards drip into their beverage

the stranded
critters in this isolation
a unicorn could be so nice
as could gain leverage to lean
so right on postal signs

a band together
branded of outcasts
who have been dismissed
and sadness is
all they now know

first, I will address this girl
as happiness is all she knows
and joy is in her womb
careless thoughts, there is no rule
seven angels distracted by disorder
will discover her in the tomb
a frieze of dust

and so I must move on to two
for the good of us
its good advice to be on the move
at least just for the homeless
who are hidden from the gust
this one is a boy just on the cusp
of death
the bloody tub contains his seed much restrained
in his Adam's apple and does receive such pain
in the late day a hidden trifle
a cocooned corpse that screams but through his ears
and no one hears
and then what scares me and strikes me as absurd
is then we must have the third
who isn't dead
but more or less
is wrapped up
turning inward
and depressed
so as not to rise
a mere cripple
conversing with the static
with a rifle in his hand
and there we lay all three
of want to speak but can't understand
as dead as wind can stroke the sea
and all in one
we show in he
the portrait of one man