A new prose poem in process I workshopped yesterday that got a good response. Why is it that I am suddenly healthy, vibrant and inspired when I only have two days left…oh, the irony. Back in Santa Monica this weekend and I am going to rock a t-shirt.
CHANGE YOUR NAME
Hope change your name to desire and only be an owl if it pleases you. Ask who and where and why and when. Put your hosannas on a rosary string. Ask who and where and why and how. Put the hope away and sting with desire, fly with flame, clasp at life with clawed feet. Draw yourself a new face. Ask who is this new face? What is this beak, these eyes that shine gold? Let desire falcon sharp in your mind. Cut off your right breast and call yourself an Amazon, but do not cry over your clipped wing. Let a cuss spit out when passion reaches pitch. Nightbird for whom do you pray? Look at your heart from the rafters. Funnel the sounds of your beloved. Remember you only have to be an owl if it pleases you.