—FUMBLING ROUND IN THE SMOKE, SPENDING TIME CHASING GHOSTS

 

 

Prayer

 

I’m waiting for 

my resurrection 

the roll-away 

stone and those 

few days when no 

one recognizes me

I’ll go busking 

at Pike Place

try my hand at 

armed robbery 

see if I can’t catch

a greased pig 

or adopt a 

gaggle of babies

you’d think its 

insomnia or 

hallucinations talking

but no, it’s 

my regrets 

screaming at me 

again saying 

you blew it man 

look at her

you totally blew it