Poem - Waking the Innocent

i'm a stranger in my own life
the moon has burned down
 not the barn
and the barn is brighter
.

i'm a beggar cleaning cases barefoot
 apologizing to the saints
with sawdust falling on precious stupa maseratis
monuments covered in gems 
.

i'm a fool who wants to get lucky
an idiot who marches up and down the hills
 believing fit people
must have more faith
.

i'm the one praying at night or early in the morning
before dawn praying my heart out but finding 
 i just wake the innocent
from great dreams
.


**

but no trouble at all 
the moon comes back from nothing
 all the time 
over stalwart barns stuffed with treasure
&
never-mind what burns

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.

Santa Cruz / Huntington Beach
Two Days after the first day of Summer 2014