Saturday, March 14, 2009

poem of the day 03.14.09

thus ends archive week for me, and i'll be back at it pounding things out at my dusty pc come monday morning at 5:00 am. so this poem is from 1993, when i was a wee lad of 19 years old, and most probably wished i was Jack Kerouac:

prayer #53

and very well
think i can
still pray at night
like i did as a kid
remember the words
of that long prayer
to whom i return my
broken baggage

to what do i answer
for my sin (to whom?)
and for what reason
do i walk like a dumbsaint
through the oakland rainsoaked
passed the homes of
friends i’ll never see


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