Insomniac’s Prayer

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

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 (w/ Recipe for Oblivion)

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


For Damien Hirst

“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

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