Talking To God By a Box Fan
"TALKING TO GOD BY A BOX FAN"
hi God:
it's 3:33 in the morning and
I don't know what to do.
everything is upside down.
there are red eyes sitting
over the kitchen table and
they are all laughing and
eating and singing.
I haven't slept right in weeks
and you wake me up in the
middle of the night to write.
I just took a pill and I'm
waiting for it to put me down.
no one is around.
they're out and silent.
I have my own out and silent
and it's in this room.
they create a heart inside a
man and let him sink.
I need a knock on my door
from an old face.
why is it when a man is soaked
in love the rain never stops?
why is it after they create
a heart inside a man they
leave him to write poetry in
bed at 3:33 in the morning?
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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