POEMS


Deep

My subterranean voice spoke and I became choked up as I began to tell my friend Chas…
“I’m going through a rough time,” I said
It was then,
That an upsurge of feelings bubbled,
A regurgitation from somewhere deep…
Deep as in lower lip quivering
Deep as in eyes tearing up
Deep as in unseen forces at odds
Deep like two magnets repelling each other
Deep as in gases escaping from the depths of the La Brea Tar Pits

I sensed a hidden deep agony,
Suffering,
Loneliness…
Lovelessness,
Broken heartedness hurt…
Quasimodo imprisoned hurt,
Elephant Man ugly hurt,
Leper limbs falling off hideous hurt…
Old ideas,
Old stories,
Old tapes needing to be accepted and discarded hurt….
Only surrender could help hurt…
Why so deep, why so hurt?

Perhaps a self prophetic awakening from the deep…
A Ground hog stir…
A moment of clarity…
And a cry for help I muttered…
My Soul’s tectonic plates grinding all the while

Chas asked me: “Are you alright?”

I began to cite the follies that had transpired over the previous week
And began to explain in a general way:

I’m tortured and cannot manage my troubled-ness
And admitted no human power could relieve my self-machinations
But that the Great Infinity could and would if I sought

Plead I did to the Power of the Universe…
“Heal my knuckles,
Straighten my back,
“Wipe away my drool and drunkenness…
Please…
Help me seize Your Ring of Divinity…
The Circle with no end nor beginning…

I guess no one said recovery was easy