“God’s Sour Breath Passes Through Me Each Morning,” by Rick Bursky (Poetry ’03)

Rick Bursky recently had three poems featured in The Normal School. Read an excerpt from “God’s Sour Breath Passes Through Me Each Morning” below.

God’s Sour Breath Passes Through Me Each Morning

Armed with an automatic rifle,

I dropped acid one night in a foxhole.

I pulled the trigger; a short burst and then it jammed.

I walked on the moon, but notoriety didn’t follow.

Got more attention when I proved you’re never too old

to wear Batman pajamas in a supermarket.

I proved this on three occasions, only one involved police.

So many things have been lost.

Find the rest of this poem (and two more from Rick) here: https://www.thenormalschool.com/blog/three-poems-by-rick-bursky