Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The Cure

suck baby suck - jesus loves you
The four winds blow your mind tonight
The stars hang low and shed their light
On the head of nails and old wives’ tails
That adorns your shaman’s cold entrails

And your plastic Jesus with sacred heart attacks
Mutant killer kittens in waterproof drowning sacks
The meat that you’re cut from won’t let you be free
The life that you live sucks the sap from the trees

You smile and you smile as they hack at your legs
Stick you with needles and drain your regrets
Smile once again in the absence of pain
As they deliver you to the street where it’s pouring with rain

One step at a time down the tarmac runway
Through the gates to the garden where the pigeons hold sway
And lifting your arms to the sky falling feathers
Proclaim yourself cured of the inclement weather

Cured of the need to question the reasons
Cured of the smile that contemplated the seasons
Cured of your doubts and your cynical ways
Free to obey what your good book says

6 comments:

gregra&gar said...

Cured of nature by learning all its nomenclature
Cured of choice riding in a god's Rolls Royce
Cured of doubt with the clout of the main stream's route
How glad I am they think I'm ill with their cured thoughts.

Short and sweet, pi.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Wonderfully ironic. I confess I'm more than amused having recently been told I had no chance of ever getting to heaven. Doubly strange then, that a few days later, I was assured that I would get there. What had changed, I wondered. Certainly not me and my incurable heathen ways!

jams o donnell said...

On a different matter, I see you've landed up in Colchester. Definitely my favourite Essex town

Princess Haiku said...

Hi Poet,
Stopped by to see what you have been stirring up lately. In my view, Church and State need to be clearly separated.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Greg: Rolls Royce are overrated anyway :)
Vanilla: I hope you thanked the bearer of such wonderfull tidings before condemning them and the herd they run with baaa-baaa
Jams: Yup I am a brand new Essex boy now - resident in the the oldest (and most congested) town in England.
Princess: Church and state should be separated... and sent to bed without any dinner for their combined acts of genocide.

Princess Haiku said...

Agreed.