Two Poems by Zach Wilson

Can I Buy Salvation With A Visa?

Fuck.

God says,

cash only.

And Donne says reason is our soul's left hand,

faith her right.

That makes me a paraplegic,

soul bled out from the screams

of my mother's womb.

Circumcision truly is a bitch.

And if final hope is

indeed flat despair;

I've been sleeping

in the palm of Armageddon

for far too long.

Don't wake me,

no.

I'll find my way back

to the crumbs of this

clumsy living

with a hand. - Yes,

thats all

anyone needs.

I flat-lined at hello

and waned

at goodbye.

Shortcut

Break a line,

maybe of poetry,

or geometric

axioms.

Break a line of power,

emanating electricity

or one of corruption.

Break a line of formation,

one of warfare,

or intellectual paradigms.

Break a line of genealogy,

or the expectation that follows.

For the art

of Breaking

is a freedom,

and Point A to Point B

is shortest distance

to nowhere.