Chained to your sofa

for Shanna

From the prison of the body
death has sprung its
trapping mechanism.
The mechanics of the Canyon Maker
mocks medical science
with risk and uncertainty

You are a wake through every minute
as pain erodes the spirit
and a new layer of humiliation
is laid open
to the scorching air

Somewhere far away
a place where you can
no longer go
the turtle surfaces
and dives back into the
space–time clustering ocean
that laps the shores
of lithium disilicates
a million miles away

While you chained to your sofa
watch Dancing With The Stars
and wish you could O.D. on
Peanut M&Ms

You try to make sense of it
this suffering
but there is no way to achieve
differentiation

The coming of the cold
moves closer not even
bothering to be stealthy now
Brought to you by
A persistent pestilence
that devours you from within
and devastates you from
without.

Prayers are useless
years spent practicing the teachings
of Jesus are a joke.
You have not lost faith
but faith has no meaning now.

Capitano Tedeschi

Chained to your sofa copyright June 27, 2011 by Jamie Jacks