Insomniac’s Prayer
Big Man in the Sky
Mother of all things Earth
forgive this day’s sins
the wasted breath
the refusal of touch
the denial of beauties;
everyday and profound.
New Age Source
Prophet of Consciousness
if you reside inside me
smaller than atoms,
Am I talking to myself?
when I say
You piece of shit.
You lazy fuck.
Or am I talking to God?
In a Past Life I was a Country Singer I stand at the base of the stairs you up above, on the landing doing the angry finger dance winding up for the hurling coffee cup In a past life I was a country singer could make sense of the sadness with 3 simple chords Before …
Ice Dreams (with Recipe for Oblivion) The past is a glacier Insomnia: Global Warming There we are floating through the Gulf Stream in the backseat of that car The past is an ice cube Remembrance: the sun There you are like an insect trapped in amber waiting to be swallowed on the playground after dark …
“The Physical Impossibility of Wealth In The Mind Of Someone Poor.” (for Damien Hirst) I didn’t write this poem.* But it was my idea! *So what? Architects don’t build their own houses.
Fiction is the Best Way of Telling Our Truth Thinly veiled, I write of our hardships each one a tiny model sailboat hand-launched into the dyed blue seas of park lakes and reservoirs, urban engineering at its Disney best. You don’t see it do you? Even our water is fake. I didn’t want this poem …