undisciplined philosophy the melodrama that gives birth to melodrama that day you thought of my daughter in the grocery aisle cheerios on my bed instead of wine stains old trucks and small houses forty year old teddy bears needing nobody and wanting everyone
Hunter gatherer
Inside every man sits a shaman in a loin cloth every once in awhile we become aware of his presence when he dips his spear at the throat of someone who asks you how do you stand the silence? how do you cope with the diagnosis? how do you take your mind off the pain?…
The Tide Arrives
My soul returns from its night of flight and I lie in bed Still Soft Blinking Every day is my birthday and my soul spilling back into my body feels like the ocean licking that line of sand that’s always wet Three billion years old and counting and I too am an ancient current, dark…
Passover
God calls forth his plague a devouring goddess of old firebreather with wings of smoldering coal and I like Moses 40 years in the wild driving at dark through the land of Pharaoh after a show in Vegas Rolling Stones Radio gas station coffee a photo of my daughter poised on the dash for the she-beast…
Why Wine is Forbidden
“Sometime in the night my Beloved turned on me and swallowed me whole. I disappeared. And that’s the sin. Literally, without. Empty. Disconnected. Lost.”
A Brief for the Defense
“We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world…”
Thankful I’m not blessed
“I’m thankful for every starving addict in the world because that hunger is a light house.”
Lament
“I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky…”
Sobriety Poet 