Epiphany in my time of greatest need
that the shit on which I feed no longer satisfies my empty beggars gut
as it once did
I am whole within myself
and no sorry-ass opinion of my well-chronicled condition
matters now or in the future
matters now or in the future
as it once did
like before
I’m telling all
from now on
broken gone
I am fucked no more.
Guarantee of time is a cruel lie
a hate crime against the stupid and the desperate
against me
against yourself
There is now and there is now
yesterday is dead
tomorrow deader
move or be consumed
buried and exhumed and killed again
like before
I’m holding nothing back
from now on
broken gone
I am fucked no more.
To see my end as a beginning
like the blind see darkness clearer in the gray
never once did
till today
No peace no tears no closure
no release from guilt or shame
only what is built on bones that stand
and do not crumble
like before
I’m letting go
from now on
broken gone
I am fucked no more.
Story done and over but unfinished
most or more than that
left unsaid
as it should be
till accounts are closed
till I’m dead
Till then unsatisfied
my fulfillment never closer
never clearer
one day said
Victory won
from now on
broken gone
I am fucked no more.
Copyright © 2011 Bill Friday
This is awesome, Bill. A great poem!
ReplyDeleteI don’t know whether to be jealous of your gift, or to be happy I know you. I think I’ll be happy that I know you. You are an incredibly talented writer who can put to words what the rest of the world can’t even begin to describe. You’re going places Mr. Friday, and I’m hanging on for the ride.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! So raw! I love it, Bill.
ReplyDeleteFabulous Prose my dear...you said I left you hanging in my writing...I like how you hang it all out there to dry...xoxoxox
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