a poem by Joseph M. Gant (1 of 3)

Letters and Words

I'm sorry I had to
ruin your day. I am

the apple in the worm,
rotten as the cells inside

your head. I am the hours
lost in endless battles
with the trailing remnants of your joy.

I am the tears that lubricate
your prayers. the ass of god

is all you'll come to know.

I am the pain you love to kill
and bottles empty, broken--

the spoiler to the latest bible,
trailer of your film's last reel.

I am the laughter in the crowd
that strips you of all solitude. I am the everlasting
rain and dead men's poems,

and the reminder, as we trudge on through
the sewers of heaven,
that there's nothing waiting on the surface.

I am everywhere and cannot help, but

I'm sorry I had to
ruin the day with you.

© by Joseph M. Gant
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #10 ~ July 2010    next poem