Lies about Kabbalah (a poem)

i’m not allowed to study

the kabbalah ‘til I’m forty years old

but I take sneak peeks

(i never do as I’m told)

but that’s a lie!

i’m not jewish & I wouldn’t

understand kabbalah anyway

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Rock Bottom (a poem)

Alcoholics like to talk about rock bottom –

the moment they recognized the bottle is filled with lies

the moment when they open their eyes

+ know they don’t have to drink anymore

I hit bottom in a rehab far from home after unkind words

from a social worker who told me

I was running from life – but that’s in the past

I’m still running, I know not why

the sky is falling, fireballs shooting like comets

+ I think this recovery thing is never over –

it’s a life-long process that can’t be defined

by our constant categorizing.

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