Syllables cry oceans
Filling my crocodile teeth
While I crocodile cry myself
To sleep
And hang on to images of the past that run over me
Leaving me dead with my white flag in the air
I surrendered to God but
God got me here
Left me with
A heart full of bile, liver push hard
The alcohol drowns the whales
Killers, whites, and the humpbacks go down in
A fury of ethanol
The biggest hearts, our biggest mammals
No chance versus God’s chemical
Dependencies has gotten me here lying on my face
Its bigger than this universe
Faster than the theory of relativity
And it says follow
Suit up my friend
There’s a future to swallow.
I open wide, grimace
And dreams soon appear
Replacing stars replacing fears

And all that I am, and all that I have
Becomes a universe of infinite responsible choices
And I saddle the comet
And let the black hole of time take me off
Choosing its fury, choosing the hand of God
My face disappears, my skin, my bones
And all that is left is the one thing I own
A torn, burned, fractured fighting soul.

08/26/2004

Author's Note: you will find I am constantly struggling with my belief or disbelief in God. I am fascinated by religion, so I spend many a poem using my curiousity to play with the subject matter.

Posted on 04/08/2005
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