In the east lives the purple rose

Among the spirits of the olde,

The world we used to know

And in the damaged west by the

Pacific shores “H” is replaced for

A closed motel door, a torn bandana,

And a dull metal thorn

The water in the sink is at a boil

I emerge as the rabbit with powder

In my fur and 18 empty time lines

Down my spine divided thrice

By the mirrored pyramid 666

Outside the gold from the sun

Spirals down and four winds raise

22 grains of sand, the moon grabs

Them with each hand

11:11 the end

You enter as the dragon 88

The fire in our veins

The red of the sign reading

Vacancy

We are home now, at least for the week

We are sinners hibernating

We are human, free and forgiving

But it’s still hard to remember

Where we hid the blind fold so

We shoot and kill that frustrating feeling 

Until there is nothing

But the sheets beneath our bodies