From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
#comedy #debt #drunk #loser #winner
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.
Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?
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,
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
In Thirty-Four years I can count on two hands how many times I’ve been in my right mind. It is a small percentage.
She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm