Ted Sheridan Poems

Zero was a man who respected only fear
As he would impose fear whenever possible
On any one smaller or weaker than him
He liked to threaten all women with rape
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He keeps himself guessing moment to moment
Today the pain was in his left side
Yesterday it had been on his right
Next to his nipple and his scar
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Precious few things are truly precious
I remember when a room was only a room
Four walls
Covered with some flat color paint
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In life there are good investments and irresistible investments
Such as seductive young females who tempt the weaker sex
Gyrating their bearish capital earnings in the flesh
Promising blissful happy endings on otherwise sour projections
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If my last breath is a gasp for more life
then bury me shallow for I will try to return
And should my last breath be a sigh in relief
then bury me deep my soul to keep
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Take your fingers out of the bloody pudding
And please pass me the salt for the chips
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Never allow yourself to be interrogated by a beautiful woman or your wife:
She looked into his eyes and knew his fingers smelled of sex
She read his lips and saw his tongue was coated with lies
She could see the adulteress touches of another woman’s hand
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I have thoughts that I place on paper and then read aloud
Just to see if they sound as weird to me as they do to the one who owns them
For we are different people and though I can’t remember ever meeting him
He speaks to me as if we are long lost pals
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There is no such thing as innocence
To an addict
Like a vampire who craves the blood not the bite
It keeps them medicated
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I predicted contradiction and found the affliction
In the poor souls of the believers truly confounding
For they took the Word literally and put it to the test
They were those faithful
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