Because three people demanded it

For some reason, Assembling the Lord readers seem especially fond of "Courting Voids," so I figured I'd post it here.


Courting Voids

serve me up your script
{one indent] on a star-encrusted platter
and it won't begin to matter
{one Indent] how many bounces the
{Two Indents] trades have counted

before your brightest hope crash-lands in
{one Indent] tinsel turnaround

and touch where

{one Indent] I'm gone.

camera wounds heal backwords
{one Indent] draw maps in blood
{Two Indents] forethought sharks.

unlicensed lips split, spill
open, even though I know that
{one Indent] your eyes are dust-rimmed portals
{Two Indents] into silent beige static

and I just killed you on paper
{one Indent] for the seventeenth time.