A Recent Poem

There were cigarettes,
three left.
Smoked by the last minds of a nothing generation.
They inspired by
the culture of nonexistent men.
Love lost to the inspiration of nothing.
Gods own divinity,
embodied in the minds of vagrants.
Without recognition,
without hope.

“God Died in New York City”

I sat on top of the world looking down at thousands of dancing bohemians.
Ego rising to the heavens, as I knew I was better than them.
Like some LSD Diety breaking out of the covers, eyes burning in the silver spectrum.
Understanding a new phase of evolution and existence.
I thought, this is New York City.
These are the people on the blackened prostitute streets searching for their souls they sold to the highest bidder.
Forgetting the womb they came from and feeling euphoric alleviation from their trepid fate.
Searching for what they lost in an entheogen seizure,
without consciousness
God died in New York City.

-December 7, 2009

6:30am

Chelsea Hotel

I thought of you at 6:30 in the morning.

Caught me by surprise, when I looked up at the Chelsea Hotel.

Misty fog, gently stroking my skin, a spirits hand cooling warm flesh.

Black and white cat laying contently on the cement, enjoying the peaceful surrenity of a New York City morning.

Looking into the windows I thought of us drinking good whiskey in our underwear.

Ice taping the crystal glass, sweet bourbon intoxicating the carpet as it rolls over the brim.

Us making love to the sounds of wispering ghosts.

Hearing the simple song of history past;

“You were talking so brave so sweet,

giving me head on the unmade bed,

while the limousines wait in the street.”

Ranting awful poetry at the top of our lungs, draped in bed sheets and lust;

‘Hear me God! Hear me as I Come!’

Toasting the American Romantics, we laughed and pretended to be something great.

(Quotation:
CHELSEA HOTEL NO. 2 Lyrics
Artist:Leonard Cohen)

I was asked to bring something of myself to the forefront of my mind.

Battling threw the dense merk of Id.

Straight to the howling hell of Ego.