Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Yesterday's Friend


Yesterday’s friend,

Now I know how you

Felt, how the years of silence

Must have pierced

Your heart like a

Needle going through

The eye of the camel.

If the rich man cannot

Enter heaven by limousine

How can the beggar

Simply walk right in?

Are there still prayers

To pray? Is life itself the

Indulgence one must pay?

I don’t know why you

Tossed in your sleep

Those many dark nights.

Where did you seek the change?

It is hard to live with ghosts,

To make deals with the devil,

To bury the only life you have

To only have it raise up

To strangle your ghost on the

Last day.