QUERIES
Oftentimes I wonder, when I'm in my bed and all alone,
Why I cannot pierce the veil
Between this world and the next.
The lone survivor now of my immediate family,
My mother, father and brother somewhere out in the stratosphere
As well as my beloved dog Lee.
None of them seem bothered to get in touch with me.
I consider myself a Christian at the very least,
at the very best a Christ-like Buddhist,
So it seems I'd be a prime candidate for a visitation.
Please Daddy, don't get drunk on nectar and amrbrosia
And spend your time on navel gazing and cloud surfing,
Forgetting you had two sons, one of them still here on earth,
With nary a thought of me down here below
Please, Mother, don't forget to pack me a lunch
To prepare a bed for me in heaven, the ultimate happy place,
Brother please send me a caustic quip,
And my dog please come and lick my face.
It is lonely here without you and I need some reassurance,
Some kind of vision or waking dream, a bright light
Illuminating my room when the darkness threatens io overoome.
Please put down your chalices of strong celestial rum,
You are spirits now so fly to me, make it like it used to be.
I scream and no one seems to listen
I wake up with sheets afire with sweat,
Skin so wet it glistens,
I refuse to think it could all be over,
Nothing but decaying flesh and ashes.
The pictures vivid in my brain, a memory it flashes.
I am here in my quiet room, waiting for spirits to tly
Maybe now our worlds are separate, hidden by the veil
But I long for you to come to me, to liberate and set me free,
To quell my nagging doubts and fears, to satisfy my queries.
-Bruce Potts
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