Oh Chrysaor

This morning I had an epiphany in the shower.
I was naked and I thought to myself, "this is power."
When the shower was done I dried myself off with a towel,
put some clothes on, and lost the power.

Now I walk from my dresser to the foot of my bed.
I get down on my knees and ask God for a lighter
for the five unlit cigarettes on my counter.
He doesn't reply

So I ride my bike to the store on the corner
with no pep in my step and less pep in my pedal.
The woman at the counter doesn't say a single word
as she tabulates the transaction.

She would have said something if I was still...

Shower Power

I believe Art is speaking to us,
asking us a big question.
Are we Art?
We must ask ourselves more questions.

William Kempe and I,
we are two dancers,
two comic heads,
two people dead.

My holy father stands on top of a hill
and the horizon is where his foot rests
so it looks like he's walking on land
and passing through the sky.
Like a goose paddling its feet as it takes flight.
Like a memory, you try to go back to,
but the only thing you remember about it
is that you wish you remembered it better
you wish you remembered that memory better
you wish you cared about him
you wish you respected him

Sitting in a little line
barely preventing myself from crying.
I set down my dignity in the parking lot.
I forgot to bring it in.
Did I not tell you I was not ready for this?
I did not want to see this movie

Putting on productions from the comfort of my houseboat
entertaining from my aquatic home
It's only cool to be depressed if you're famous.
otherwise, it's just depressing
and not the kind of depressing you feel like you can look up to