The Far Side of Nothing

 

We Live, We Cry, And We Die

 

Loving someone by obligation 

Because of blood relation

It’s not the cause of frustration

And complete damnation. 

Never go where the cocks don’t crow,

Nor sail where the sirens scream.

 

Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d venture to say that you’re a cool gal. 

- Lord Piddlepuck 

D.

 

Doctor E., I’m in pure Hell. My pain level is intolerable, I’m suffering so bad, my left hip is killing me, I can’t sleep, it hurts so bad, I prop my hip up with pillows but by 5:30 AM, I have no choice but to medicate at that time, and rise with zero rest but then by 6:00 PM I’m hurting again and by that time my meds are spent. I never over medicate, I writhe and wrangle in pain for almost 12 hours, I have no clue what is going on, it’s radiating outward beyond my hip. I’m not comfortable. I do not want to go to any Old Folks Home and I love my Lab, don’t want to give him up, will break my heart.  And, I’m not well. The meds work great, but only for 3 hours. I’ve tried and tried to stretch out my SI joint yet it seems to only inflame it worse. I'll see you next Thursday on the 28. I just hope it isn’t bone cancer. My biggest fear. In a few weeks I turn 65. 

Sincerely, 

John H. 

Fata Morgana

 

Fate Morgana

 

Moon bathing on the very dark side of the moon

Trying to find the ghost of you

This endless search and questioning

Has cost me a lifetime trying to get through. 

Where are you? Why did you leave me? 

To suffer alone and grieve in despair, 

I can’t search for God 

And grovel with an unanswered prayer. 

This cursory of godless reconnoitering 

Going over and over in existence 

Chasing the pantheon of ruses

In a childish passive resistance. 

Where is God? Where is this Loner?

 

This life that keeps you hopefully believing that 

there's more beyond this breath of mortals. We 

live