noisy innards part 1

I never pray aloud.

if I did, it would sound

like a laryngitic monkey

screeching classic rock lyrics

to the lurched hymn

of a slow pig execution.

 

God never answers audibly,

but, some-sacred-times,

I feel the warm sensation

of scarred hands tightening

around my throat.

 

our personal relationship

is as unique as that of

an unruly puppy

in the shaky charge

of a moody 7 year old boy.

 

most days, I’m not sure

whether I’m the dog

or the kid.

 

maybe I’m both.

could be why I feel

so damn tired

all the time.

Reviews

[Crowley]

That first part was too damn good, what an effing visual. You have a very real way of pinning down those everyday things that can drive you shithouse crazy and putting them into perspective. I too have bben here brother...and not matter what the case, it is better on the days when I am the puppy.

[Ed Hart]

well this is about four times wonderful

[Robin]

there is a theme of allegiance in this that I really dig , and that is to the self . meanwhile , I'll just sit here and watch that kid and puppy play , both are probably due for a nap ..

[roarke]

what happened to the monkey and the pig?
doesn't matter.
Not a praying man myself, it's something to do with the noise parts you speak of.... fortunately my one and only real prayer was answered, so doesn't matter what happens after that.

Just remember, the subconscious runs the show. IF I ever get my hands of that bugger.... well.

... well I paid my two cents, I'm gonna wait to see what happens in Noisy Innards part two.... do the monkey and pig return?