This is what I'll be missing out on tonight due to being really really sick. I'm glad, however, that I finally got our wireless router set up and that I can do things like post on the blog from the safety and warmth of my own bed.
Church
by Keith CronerNot unlike the weeks before
24 Fridays in a row
Members old are back in town
Attendees’ ebb and flowThis is my congregation
The New Testament and the Old
In alcoholic communion
My friends, my flock, my foldA supper table without bread
Not the first, far from the last
We give not our bodies
Just dilute our blood
Recite teachings from the pastWe talk, we laugh, go through the motions
Verse, Chorus, Verse
Habitual ritual practiced
Regardless of our thirstThis campfire of camaraderie
Warms my weary soul
But I wish I had more to share, to say,
My life has taking a tollTonight more so than oft
I’m awkward, stiff and stuck up
Is sobriety
Playing tricks on me
I guzzle to catch upYet connection is elusive
I’m faining faith in stealth
Is it that I’m too sober?
Or lacking something else?I’m damaged goods
But aren’t we all?
Martyrs in this mire
Nailed on crosses that we chose
Preaching to the choirDrinking is the practice
In friendship place our faith
Bonding is our form of prayer
Support our saving grace
Minna, have fun without me, and pray that my nose is less sore from the blowing tomorrow, and that I'll eventually be able to breathe without coughing! xox
i meant to be an asshole and comment "gag me" re: the poem above, but i forgot. and anyway, it's not like i'm composing better poetry.
Posted by: zach at February 7, 2006 12:27 PM