Jesus Christ Phone A Friend

Yeah,

hi,

is this Jesus Christ?                                 I  need

                                                     One Million

                                                       DOLLARS. LARGE.

                      

no sense

was made of /the man they made / to be the fall/ down guy for the villain/ who lost his head, and here’s the best part;

I’m at rest,

but what

I mean

               to say is that

           I lie,

and I keep my ears way down

to

the

        ground

             where you

           left me,

                                                     and the

                                                pain of

                                                 all the failure

                                             is what bores me.

When I think hard,

while slipping towards an hour of despair,

the most

insignificant

thing that

I just can’t seem to

string --

                          together

                          is a  lie.

Like some great swarm,

and I hear them.

                     They sing

as they               chew on the fat, and

spit out bones of        the members of

my

immediate family.

In my head trauma, 

only one thing remains 

untouched and clear.

I recall your

contempt for me,

 as I lay,

bloodied

and beaten

so badly.

I’ve

wished  to have a  dream, lucid, or otherwise,

just one single dream,

(even a nightmare might suffice)

where I win.

where I live.

where I survive.

where my people find a way

         to stay

                              alive.