So as Gregory Pickett is dropping poetry left and right I am going to as well. Touche good sir: Every Sunday I sit in church Trying to find God A type of love and truth I’ve only read of in books I am still looking This afternoon My doctor told me the reason I had been so fatigued Had no appetite Thrown up 17 times Since three A.M. The diabetic keta acidosis Had been growing for months Shifting and shutting down organs All of which were now severely damaged Be careful what you look for Sometimes you get too close I stopped looking In the corner Reading cardboard bound versus Stanzas of love With pissed in pants A newspaper blanket That which you must question Sometimes even be disgusted by Though still hold closely This is faith Go to the hospital I can run the tests here But won’t get results till tomorrow I can wait Let me rephrase that When the results come back You will not be alive He grabbed his car keys Threw them to his assistant One comment Ignore speed limits There is a cross By the clock on the wall The hospital chaplain came by Unable to shake his hand Tethered By wires Pads Electrodes Small computer boxes And 1 Silver cross I am 30 years old Almost died yesterday Incidentally hate Leviticus It is raining out Is this where I start to pray Or stop So now back in the bed with stiff white sheets Where we wear gowns like angels Or virgins Where doctors Like Nephilium Stand tall over beds Where this building present as Nazareth Like a self contained solar system Where bodies are created and destroyed Bodies of matter Bodies of water Introduced to the reality of time Suffering Love Later to be taken away again Never created nor destroyed Simply fading in and out Like bare light bulbs Swinging naked from a fraying string The baby is crying 5 IV’s in my arm The widow is crying Haven’t eaten in 3 days From a phone call made earlier my mother may now be crying Dehydrated The insulin stopped working In this place Of sufferi ng and celebrating Crying and cursing Swaddled in white sheets Rooms full of animals With no hay This is the place I find This is the place I feel as though I have never been closer Or further away From God
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 06:54:06 +0000