i’m lead car in a haunted motorcade, bulletproof but life’s been dropping IEDs, road bomb reminiscence I still can’t help but see through rose-coloured glasses, as my time here occurs in flashes and bleeds, one dream into the other.

my

ghosts formed

a brotherhood,

and until I become

one of them

for good,

i’m driving limousines through backwater neighbourhoods at their behest, looking for beautiful places to wander and bless with eventual inevitabilities,

killing the meantime

painting villains like

the ones right in front of me

and building up the heroes

who would

topple them

if I was God in this universe,

and allowed no kind of church in

my name

instead,

I arrange my happy face

and struggle all day

to make that ghost

car motorcade seem

in transit

until I come home

and take advantage of momentum

in universes I meant it

be achieved

at the

end, I’m…