THIS IS A POEM ABOUT MICROPHONES AND EXPLOSIONS AND LIFE BORNE FROM DEATH AND FIRE 8.15.17

i wish i had a microphone

connected to the ears of

all of you who doubt me

into which

i can whisper

in the dead hours of night

“you’re right.”

but i will fail like the

beginning and end

of the universe,

in a spectacular explosion

of light, and the potential

of life borne from death

and fire.


Written at 2:06 in the morning, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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