A day later

Just a simple poem posting today. I wrote this one a few years ago. It was born out of rhyming the words "freezes" and "Jesus," and nothing more beyond that. I had no motivation when I started this, but it took me in so many different directions. And this poem elicits some of the strongest opinions from the people that I've had read my work. There are so many interpretations that have come out of it. And when they ask me, "What does it mean?" I have to sort of dumbfoundedly say, "I don't know."




The Illusion

When alcohol freezes
I'll say, "Thank you, Jesus."
For making my blood run cold
And it's forth that I'll sally
Down this grimy, dark alley
As my poor little life's bought and sold

I've passed up too many
Of a discarded penny
To complain about wages and cost
But it's the little things in life
That will still cause me strife
As I wonder if this cause is lost

Though my muscles are stronger
And day-by-day, my hair's longer
I'll never be the Adonis you crave
And it's this sad conclusion
That destroys the illusion
I hoped I would take to my grave

And in those final hours
When I'm surrounded by flowers
And my dusk edges closer to night
Be it heaven or hell
I'll hoist up my sail
And if you'd like a postcard, I'll write