Author: Daniel Sullivan

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The Hospital’s Guest (from 2012, when my sister died)

I remain.
Monstrous forces beckon
on the periphery of spirit.
Jaundiced faces,
with bodies cloaked in white,
awaiting the mistress of bile.
Creatures without solace,
growing within,
never to be satiated till finality is met.
And each day's bill must be paid.

I remain.
Not without merit and seeking only compassion.
My friends and enemies mixed company.
My wallet heavy with paper and light with wealth.
I will not dispel the witch's glance.
I shall, 
instead, 
curry favor with the devil 
in defense of good health.

I remain.
Steadfast and ill.
Blood stained and soulless.
Comprehensive and narrow-minded.
Death to the participant 
and director of this farce.

So, go ahead.
Check-in to this factory.
Make yourself known to fools.
Allow their wretched hands to wrench your body.
Make merry in their medieval dungeon.
They remain.
They will stay.
Their God or gods are not your forebear;
they forsake even the light.
The pain you suffer is not theirs.
The drugs they dispense are not for you.
No comfort, 
because...

I remain.
Awake and emptying out slowly.
A soul's distance 
no further than the door.

I remain and hope that 
some loving angel takes my breath.
That this same angel may usher me home.
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“ARISE, ARISE! IT’S X-MAS DAY!”

Arise, Arise, it's Christmas morn.
This is no time for watching porn.
Shuck the crab and crack the corn.
Passout where you lay.
It's Christmas day!

You threatened your boss cuz you have no say.
You were fired and receive no pay.
Now you can't buy that special wine.
It will all be fine.
It's Christmas day!

Your neighbors,
you see,
moved yesterday.
There's copper to gather - don't throw it away.
Copper tubing is money and that's OK.
It's Christmas day! - Peoples...

That girl you know,
who lives down the street.
She surely thinks you are quite neat.
I know she said, "you have stinky feet".
Stalk her anyway, it's Christmas day!

That cheap whiskey is just sitting there,
staring at you from the TV tray.
Finish it off - that's the only way.
For lonely drunks - it's Christmas day!

Your ex-wife has the kids today.
"Were the hookers worth it?",
is all she could say.
Vodka lingers on your breath.
Next comes death...
It's Christmas day!

Merry Christmas peoples!
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Be careful of fortresses you build …

This is the last place I lived before my divorce …

A place I built to hide from the world.

In the right circumstance a fortress can be a healthy place of renewal.

In the wrong circumstance, this fortress we build for ourselves can become a grave, a coffin.

Be forewarned: any fortress you use to hide from the world will also prevent the world from welcoming or acknowledging you.

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God Watches

God commands,
beyond stars which shine,
revealing a path to our goal.

God is seated on high,
just beyond our reach.

God watches our souls break,
and our lives torn,
and the wonder of destiny is before us.

Yet,
we sit and wait and hope for prayers answered.
No answers.

God watches with hidden cameras,
from inside a bunker,
beyond,
where it is safe,
several parsecs away,
out of cell-phone range,
where there is plenty of beer,
and laughs.

Human fate is comedy,
and,
humans were made dangerous,
so it is best to keep your distance.God commands,
beyond stars which shine,
revealing a path to our goal.
God is seated on high,
just beyond our reach.
God watches our souls break,
and our lives torn,
and the wonder of destiny is before us.
Yet,
we sit and wait and hope for prayers answered.
No answers.
God watches with hidden cameras,
from inside a bunker,
beyond,
where it is safe,
several parsecs away,
out of cell-phone range,
where there is plenty of beer,
and laughs.
Human fate is comedy,
and,
humans were made dangerous,
so it is best to keep your distance.