Ritual Receipts

 

Receipts rustle from old rituals that still walk around without life out here in the ether.

The 3-day games that fleet and leave skinned knees on open road hang in back of minds like black sailed kites on the plains of eternal processions.

Our funeral attire worried and unwrinkled on the setting winds that changed over and over on this memory chains remain unbroken and swollen from the pattern.

Internships of wishful thinking adorns itself in the role of wayward brides on the dashboard, the roadside, and the graveside as we are buried in past life attire, and shame blossoms full on time.

Additions from the lowest common denominator the barrels bottom blissfully mourning in vain upon the years as they pass him by. Closely huddled in the alleyway as rain beats its chest from the crimes of existence of quality assurance that's expired. Plated visions of the roaring storms that quells the trash fires both inside and outside the sobs of low men, low lives, and low tides of peppered aggressions.

Violent rituals of semblance the familiar attire liars with more dire words that tune on their lyres that pluck the services that we are always in attendance. Coverage for bereavement of the faded man as they are buried in place on the factory line as their cake flops, and streamers choke.

Production gallows spark the wildfire of apathetic rites of hallowed kites that remind, per diem, and follow them down the drain.

Redundant rituals

Memorials by numbers

Buried Standing

Over and out