Fool's Prayer

Fool's Prayer

A Poem by epiphoney

Hi mom!
It's good to still be alive
It's a good feeling being
being a being
being a live being

thanks for all the neat stuff
thanks for the water and spark plugs
and soup
and thanks for soap
and snot
oh...and thanks for fire (I really like the fire)
and all the swell stuff there is that burns
thanks again for the water (it is wonderful)
all of it's forms and colors and flavors and states
and thanks for the stars
and all the space between them
and thanks for self-help media
and blisters and vomit
and screwdrivers
and rusty nails
and broken fingernails
and all the other mixed drinks
and I'm thankful for the warm feeling I get when I s**t my pants
thanks for ravens and dog-foxes and kids
and names for the streets
and the nameless chuckholes that we somehow find names for
thanks for the countless tons of garbage you create each day
thanks for the farmers and blankets and sleep
thanks for heart attacks and problems of all sorts
and that my life hasn't ended yet
and that I can sense your presence
thanks for the halves and the holes and a******s like me
the have-naughts and fractions
thanks for all the nuclear waste and all there is yet to come
and for putting the past where it can't hurt me so bad any more
thanks for the fish and the salad and beer
and the colors I see when I want out of here!
thanks for shoes and lightning and yelling contests
and my uncanny ability to rarely be wrong
thanks for all of the laughs and laughter and fears
thanks for hearing my sarcasm
thanks for taking my friends and sparing my adversaries
thanks for aids and Hitler and Bozos and clams
thanks for poverty and property and bigotry and hypocrisy
thanks for music and dance
and especially the pro-creative dance (even if in vain)
thanks for my dick (it's a great way to pee)
thanks for this prison, this poison, this greed
the torment, the there, this here, this now
this confusion, this bliss
thanks for starvation and Rolex and Timex and farts
and fences and thieves and manufacturers of paper products
thanks for onions and the moon....ooooooo...the moon
thank dad for me too
thank goodness for the evil
thank you for the truth
thanks for the lunch breaks and after dinner snacks
thanks for the dogs (they know we're their friends)
thanks for the cats (they think we belong to them)
thanks for the beavers and can openers and rust
and thanks for orders and odors and trust
thanks for betrayal and betrothal and mud
thanks for bleeding ulcers and brooms
thanks for making women c***s so we'd have a place to come from, and come in, and on......
thanks for toothpicks
thanks for cadavers
thanks for caring
thanks for under-understanding
thanks for my infinite patience and my finite wit
and my role as a fool
thanks for the surf and the Van Allen belt
thanks for whats left of the sixties and the ability to pray
thanks for the lessons I ignore every day
thanks for Spaniards and hypodermics and squeegees and rope
and squirrels and monkeys and lizards and spokes
thanks for leaving, thanks for snow
thanks for having and heaving and stamps and my sorrow and my grief and my pity
thanks for heaven and hell
thanks for queers and plans
and road maps and fans
thanks for the pat on the head
and the kick in the a*s
thanks for the enigma and puzzles and rice
thanks for the start and a chance and a heart
thanks for the brain even if it is in my pants
thanks for the time and the pain and the cycles and birth
and the end of the road and the long way home
thanks for getting me here and now
and letting me know that I really don't know
thanks for everything and nothing (but especially for nothing)

Ah......women








© 2013 epiphoney


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LJW
My eyes bugged out a little bit as I read this. Sweet!

Is your mother dead or alive in the end it didn't really matter

Excuse my use of voice activated software. Or should I say abuse.

Let me start my review by saying I f****** loved this.

Don't listen to the stanza Nazis. Ever!
I don't I won't never will. Sometimes this s*** stays where it lands. I appreciate the fact you just let it rip.

Totally impressed by your word choices. Randomness. The important. The unimportant. Political viewpoints. Personal message. Eternal message. Thanks mom For nothing. For everything. That nothing Plus this everything equals me.

Spoken word. I'd like to be sitting in the audience.

Posted 11 Years Ago


epiphoney

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the feedback. Sounds like you followed the hint to read between the lines.
I did re.. read more
I do get what you're going for, but I feel like if you're going to take so much space to write about this, why not organize this into stanzas? It would make this piece more visually appealing and a bit easier to read, I think.

Posted 11 Years Ago


epiphoney

11 Years Ago

Thanks for your review. I am curious. What do you think I was going for? I organized it like that t.. read more

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