Returning from the Absence


I rode the dragon to the

fellowship hall,

found myself starving

from spiritual neglect, and I

manufactured a smile, the

subtle hesitation necessary to

be in this realm.


After the service, I walked

street by street through the

downtown Sunday rain.

And thought of the night I

lost you,

lost faith,

found substitutes in the shadows

of a bonefield.


I must have passed a thousand

times, these stop signs, those

unyielding daggers that ripped the

heart whole, now split between two

distant worlds.


Product of sin, you were my blood,

now back in the place of origion. I

may still clutch a bottle as I

stagger to your grave, but I'll

smash the liquid out, and lay

my soul bare in the process.