for my birthday this year by Scott Ferry

i am asking god for synethsetic chapstick

that brings my power pajamas back

i am asking for blindness for a small

dribble of batmilk from under the warm wing

i am planning to leave a carful of dyslexic

porn at the vegan morgue

i will pray that my knees do not colonize

streptococci as i whip kick

give me a fishing license and a wallet of

tar

i am asking that my outbursts be forgiven

these rorschach glasses are spilling the Fs

i really am trying to pet everyone softly

to tease out the tangles in my chestpelt

sing to me a slow awkward waltz

under these starthorns and bullets

take away all the pimples that i ever had

in a flash of cymbals

make the world fair for one tilted second

before i try and haggle back my soul

from the gaunt moneyclown in the eel-den

give me back my body

 and paint blueblood on my sarcophagus

i will rise from this my pretty bald birds

my name has been misunderstood

all of these years

Scott Ferry helps out Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His most recent book is fishmirror from Alien Buddha Press. You can find more of his work @ ferrypoetry.com.