From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
#becomingnobody #gratitude #nonsense
Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,
I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,
Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver and wafting saccha…
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,