Prodigal

This poem was written at 3 a.m. last night after a long night of agonizing over some things that I have been experiencing.

You are dead to me, you say one morn
then collect your inheritance and go

Go along the way to Gomorra
Go and live the life of sin
Go and waste your youth and substance
but come back to me again!

Live with men in a strange country
Live and join yourself to them
Live with pigs and feed them cornhusks
but return to me again!

Ashamed you are of your lost position
Ashamed of your poor array
Ashamed to starve in foreign places
oh come back to me, I pray!

My father has a house and substance
My father against thee I have sinned
My father take me as one of thy servants
Please accept me back again!

Long is the distance travelled by foot
Long have I waited to see thy face
Long is the run, I come to you, loved one
rejoicing in your embrace!

Bring him my clothing of finest linen
Bring him a ring for his hand
Bring him a feast worthy of royalty
For he that was lost now is found!

Lions in the Grass

Dandelion
beautiful pest
who knows you best?
Those who desire
your continued absence.

Poetry
is born in me
genetic

The moon sits
buried in sky
its fullness
diminuished

the man in
the moon cannot
talk - his mouth
disappeared.

Perhaps at night
it will improve
I desire
and doubt.

daffodilia

I saw a daffodil
on a hill
above violets
below grass
looked as I passed
and saw yellow petals
wink at me.

Prelude & Karma

Why is it that at night
I am more able to write
than during the day
when I am awake?
Well, thank goodness for flashlights.
what time is it anyway?
5 a.m.
(1 month away from my 25th birthday)

I don't care
nothing matters
we are nothing
and everything
but today we are nothing
(at this point
the folio I carry falls)
(it burst open spews
paper everywhere)
crap (scramble to
pick up papers now
wet from rain-puddles
worthless than trash)
Darn you, Karma.

Dedicated to Jack Kerouac, my first desolation angel.

To Death-friend

serene release

from mortal toil

sorrow-woe

I look upon thee

smiling and call thee

Friend, Quiet Slumber

Perfect Rest, Easer

of Pain.