Ted Sheridan Poems

I wish to leave the confines of my body and flee my restless state of silent chaos
Escaping the binding mental chains placed on me with the contractual accurateness
Of a bullet through the temple of my cranium or an arrow through my beating heart
For when fermented drink no longer quenches my heavy thirst but instead renders
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And now there was only me…
Everyone I’ve known and all my friends have left in a hurry
Rushing towards the light in the center of their mind
Hurrying in as if the Grand Door would close before they entered
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He is an Indian and I call him my friend
Because of my need for one… not born of his
To me he is not a prophet of doom and gloom
But an inspiration to all who see the sun
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God take me to the river and wash away my sins
For I have no happiness left and my living soul
Cries out to be set free from the constraints of the flesh
Everything I once held dear has been destroyed
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I was called by the name of both a snake and a rat
I was sent packing into the deep dark underworld
Where the only light to be seen was unobtainable
I was a liar who had been lied to since infancy
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There comes a time in every good dogs life
When he must decide to bite before he is bitten
Beware that day has come for me
Chained by the tax collar placed around my neck
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The dust and smoke of the battle done
The dead left lying in the trenches
Young people's tears mixed with blood
The wounded lie dying
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Everyday rain or shine for the past year
The same grey squirrel scratches at the eaves of my roof
He is trying to gain access to my attic
Where he can breed more scratching rodents
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The tunnel being dug
between Heaven and my soul
is like living in a double wide trailer
by the French Rivera. It is
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My kindness was mistaken
For esteemed Godliness
I was vulnerable
After eons of loneliness
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