42

“I”

has become a nuisance,

as I have no use

for it

anymore.

Today is my birthday.

I have spent it alone,

purposefully.

I read Romans,

I slept,

I listened to the radio,

spat at the TV

and wondered where my

faith has gone, unresolved

yet mingled, like water

through a half-drenched

coat – strong and

weathered –

storms and boats,

thunderous mental

states,

psychedelic dreams

of vacuity,

the LSD generation –

alas gone!

Still no matter:

I just wish you were

here.

Published in Eunoia Review