Prayer in Xanax

If not for the terror we wouldn’t have found you
curled up and plotting in the corner of the cosmos
conch light bulb swinging from a mammoth tusk
above your shimmering shaggy head

your clothes a timeline of ugly history
and even uglier historians
beards lined with gray in your wake
blood slipping from their ears

if not for the terror you’d be invisible
wrapped in tin foil prayers and bubble gum comics
evident only by your bigfoot prints
hanging from the fluorescent cedars

we can send up smoke signals
and fall to our knees in the unleavened dough
but what better way to find you
then through death’s anxiety-ridden window?


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One response to “Prayer in Xanax

  1. Charles Bane Jr.

    A sense of perfect pitch, and dark truth.

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