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Psalm 5: The Enemy

I've been thinking
a great deal
(a sure sign of trouble)
about enemies.

I have no
corporeal enemies.

God be praised
and
Knock on wood.

However.
God, I hate my job
and all the
dolour and decay
inside of me
from doing it.
My job is an
enemy.

As is my laziness,
my obdurate refusal
to do my dishes
or volunteer,
my stubborn disinclination
to hang up my clothes
or telephone
old friends.
My laziness is an
enemy.

As is my anger,
my blind rage at
inconvenience and
the failure of
Rural Populism,
my choking indignation
at selfish women
and arrogant men.
Yes, and so much more
(my God, so much anger).
My Anger is,
most certainly,
an enemy.

And there are
other enemies
locked into my
spirit. Like
ramoneurs and
whores in the French
Quarter, my enemies
exhibit an old world that
by rights should have
disappeared and been
nearly forgotten.

But no enemies
corporeal.

Except.

11/19/04

so much more
than this to say

posted by Tack City @ 14:17