My Artist Prayer

To my Father, my Creator, my Universe:

please feed me.
I am young and need
your air in my lungs
your life in my blood
your tears in my eyes
and your hands upon my cheeks.

I need the nourishment of inspiration
and the confidence to give you back
something beautiful.
the bravery to stand in myself
and mimic you by creating with my own hands.

I hope I am enough.

My belly is hungry oh Father
can I have the sweets before dinner?
the art, oh Father
the art is what I crave.

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If every poem feels like vomit,

does it still count as “art”? 

THE companion

I dreamed of the moonlight

already pale on your already white dress

awoken in a start

you turned over and groaned

“I dreamt of a river and you and the moon”

now we share all things

Awaken in a start

driving in the dark

a sliver of moon

in the three sleepless hours

I’m in fast lane. only