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G.O.D.
by Kristi Paikim laying on the floor where my bed should be
day dreaming about nothingness
and to quote a better artist; a place where
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
i see a crack in the freshly painted ceiling and
think to myself to bother the landlord
but the idea is dismissed by my body
at the thought of having to move
i decided to scream at the cracked ceiling
at the very top of my lunges
i shout
if your there I need a sign
the crack responds by spreading throughout its space
some kind of water hits my face
(at least I hope thats what it was)
disrespected by my own ceiling
i turn to look outside and see what I was waiting for:
G.uaranteed
O.vernight
D.elivery
Thank You
I knew if I asked
id get my shit over time.
i look up at the crack in my ceiling
and realized
its smiling down upon me.
10/20/2005 Posted on 10/20/2005
Copyright © 2025 Kristi Paik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/20/05 at 05:16 PM ...kristi, this is a thought-provoking poem...i see what samuel sees, and i too look at cracks with a tilted head, then realize hey! it may be just smiling...good twist o' my mind...and too it does seem deeper than deep...peace,chaz |
| Posted by S. Pelham Flood on 09/22/08 at 10:26 PM this is great, just plain great...how life seems to always pull us back from our daydreams in such simple ways |
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