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JESUS ON A WALK

Sometimes it leaves me alone
but then
it comes back
in just enough time
to bring on another migraine

Like a plane going down
or what a bear would chew off
just to escape a slow death
or a chain smoker
gasping for air
while continuing to puff

IF Jesus was here
he could save me
but he obviously has other things to do

A DAY IN THE LIFE

Deadlines, reports
My painful initiation is beginning to fester; See where I am today?
I am now in my highest of heels (And don't I look lovely!)
Just place my thoughts into the darkest, deepest in-box
Why not! Steal what you can from my loyalty
And then sink what is left of me with a stone!
A daily fighting of the dirty shirts
Behind the desks and papers they lurk
Snarling, crunching my bones; they are relentless dogs!
I could tear this blouse off in second
Leaving the smell of this hell behind me
Buttons and threads thrown down (Is there anyone who knows me?)
Take the top drawer, slam it hard!
It has cracked my last rib of sanity
I am in a swirl of a cesspool that society has created
Did I tell you that I tore my stocking today dear?
A small hole
But it drew blood…….

THE LAST STONE

Another stone has been cast, another loss
By who and why?
Over the years it will seed itself into my layers-deeper and deeper
Stealing my future memories
Gone, ordained darkness
This March day I see only snow and ice
No escape and nothing alive any longer
Shall I pray with everyone else, thanking you for the killing veils of pain and the cold bones of death?
Should I praise you for the strong scent of lilies in the slumber room where he lies in state for two black days…….?
All I smell is rotting skin and my loss of memories you scoundrel
No sympathy I crave from this gathering of mourners. None…….
For you don't have his blood in your veins
Ignore the pigtails and the young stature
I am above your pity and God's as well!
My God, My Lord?
What a laugh you have now on my youth
And when he needed you the most, at the last desperate call for a breath
Yes, of course……yet another unanswered cry for the Almighty GOD!
If it is by your rules then I curse you
I am a child now without my loving curtain
Couldn't you see it?
Could you not feel the desperation of his fingers bleeding while trying to claw through your window of death?
Where were you then at that very moment-Oh how I loath you!
Are you in the grave with him now?
My loving God?
You are but a thief to me with no scruples
How does a little girl pray to such a superior thief such as you?

All CAB images/graphics/artwork content © 2003 R.T. St. Claire/GIPC
Comic Book Adaptation © 2003 R.T. St. Claire/GIPC
Theatrical Screenplay © R.T. St. Claire & Anthony C. Ferrante

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