I awoke in a sinking Manhattan. I played in drunken cathedrals.

There were businessmen in armchairs. With namebrands

and short hair. Detonating with evil. So I scratched out the

eyes of all my past lives. And gathered my crooked flowers.

The gardener grins as the toothache begins. And the angels

sing free from the towers. Can't stop this sleepwalking. Can't

stop my mind. Holy laughter in the river with Ginsey. I saw

John in heaven dancing with Buddha. Dropping pennies of X

on the genXers heads. Singing couldawouldashoulda. In my

dreams I've seen things naked and puzzled. My future

fluorescent and dark. And my spies realize that my hope's

euthanized. By the paranoid ape in my heart. Can't stop this

sleepwalking. Can't stop my mind from talking. The prisoner

in my head. Scares me to death