Holy situation in a dreamy drowning

Just called round to pick up a razor
tongue tied in your blood
steel bones rusting on a memory 
justice comes lusting again
got mugged by god she was short of a prayer

stubbed out today’s cigarette on a cloudy yesterday 
park bench vanished and clean
mystery dances in moments obscene
freaked out under the single star
concrete  hearts  grey and cracked
fearful tears fighting back
decisions I debated  
underscored plastic powder

alone in fates awful pasture
fenced inside loves patient disaster 

unshaven  fields of face
bloated begging in solitary grace
forced. Landing
upon frozen sword 
me you
and someone’s holy lord