sober

Waking is like

Sleeping

Save for

blast furnace

always consuming

The thirst

Is never slaked

The sweats

Your skin

Always red

All day permanent

Skin dry

Eczema

Dehydrated

Malnutritioned

Stomach bloated

In a grotesque

Parody of a

slowly

Starving child

Hands soft like a newborns

I make my

Way to the fridge

Shaking,squinting at the early light

Stomach

heaving

Taste of

Vomit

Still clinging

To my tounge

Looking for the

Golden liquid which

Will cool the fever

And enslave me

Again

Shouting about politics poetry freedom

Hours later

At a shithole bar

With fellow indentured

Servants

Lying to each other

And ourselves

Until tomorrow

When

It begins

again

always

And we move

quickly one day

Closer

To the sleep

That rots

the Cross

The Cross is the topic that is always mentioned in churches, ranging from the literal to the metaphysical. The Cross, the ultimate beginning of Christianity,is used and mis-used. Listening to talk of"enemies' brought me to ask,did not the cross eliminate the idea of enemy?It's not my decision,my sacrifice that it's dependent upon,it was the sacrifice of Jesus,His forgiveness,his refusal to fight back, his reconciliation on the cross, that forms and informs us as community.The decision to use violence or call someone an enemy is not mine,it was made by Jesus the and for all time. If I listen,truly listen to what He said,then the answer is clear.The application is problematic only as long as I decide to keep my ego upfront.We have,all of us, been reconciled to each other. Now THAT is truly Good News...

Jim Carroll,RIP

Irish drunk dope fiend poet rocker street hustler, and a legend on the black top courts. That strange day, september 11th, you had to leave, eh boyo?all those poems left unwritten, verbally lost in the ether,floating somewhere, another place another time, inspiration will arrive suddenly , and one will thank the muses.Now you are the muses...so much identification with Jim[sans the talent],his lovely card from the funeral and wake.the strange body which is the Catholic Church always welcomes back it's staggering offspring.Pray for us, Jim, drunks,fools, and jackasses all.

a glorious day

gorgeous weather in the Northeast,the 4th, 4th weekend without rain since memorial day! Lots of folks out baby carriages abound,local hipsters and fauxsters and the rest of us all out there enjoying Gods good sunshine.One of those days that makes you grateful to be alive and sober and healthy and free at the same time. Blessed be

27 years

twenty seven years

blessings have been given me

no one walks waters

today

...a foreign power,an ally, supplied[secretly] a murderous group which eventually destroyed one of the most significant buildings in the country, sending it into a state of emergency from which it has not yet recovered. Over 3000 people,most just doing their jobs,others trying to help,were killed.Draconian measures were taken soon after,altering the constitution on the continents longest lasting democracy to this day. The people of Chile are still recovering from the coup, September the 11th, 1973.For all those who died on this day,this strange day in history,including,of course, those in the city in which I live,the 3000 killed by the crazed bastards in the hijacked jets,we pray God's mercy.

time

forgiveness is hard

undoing damage takes time

God keeps no scorecard

farewell summer

the days draw shorter

yellow tinges the leaf tips

the ocean remains