Now
There’s before and after, and now is
the space in between. A marker for both
Image by Gavin Mackintosh via Flickr
carrying great expectations.
“How are you,” takes pause
“What’s up,” takes days.
Now is hard to swallow
like gorge in my throat when
the Doctor called back.
I made bold statements about God. Before.
Preached
prophesied
plastered bible bandages on gaping wounds oozing
with strangers blood.
Now
begs the question,
avoids answers.
Digs for God in the muck,
eyes squeezed shut.
Sucks air
through clenched teeth.
December 2010
BUDDY BREATHING 
It’s great to see this new work! L-A. And with a new ‘edge’, which altho perhaps coming from a hard place …. works!! So well! I like the focus, the tension in this one.
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Poetry Friday is my favorite part of your blog by the way. I adore poetry and have written a fair amount of it the past few years. It’s a soul cleansing experience par excellence and you do it well, my dear.
Euchariste, Rob
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…plastered bible bandages…
It’s very good.
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