One Morning I Woke Up With This Tonsured Head And Had Left The Monastery Poem by Ted Sheridan

There are beings who can see you and I for 'what' we are
They can look at you or me and immediately size us up perfectly
I don't care if you are naked without a stitch of clothes and in the shower
Or if you're wearing the latest suit from Giorgio Armani out to dinner
These entities know what you are all about and you can't fool them
They come from far off places....not crevices in the Earth's crust
There ain't no City Of Atlantis children....
They come in multitudes of seven, day or night
Your primitive eyes won't reveal them to you
But they see you sitting there all smug and sipping your private vintage
Eating the imported goose pate with truffles marinated in cognac
Laughing at the foolish people who worship the ground you grace
'Yes Madam, Yes Sir, will there be anything else tonight? '
As you bestow your wisdom and knowledge of the human condition upon the world
Ignoring the blatant signs of every civilization's rise and fall
History....because of your revisions is doomed to repeat itself
They see your surfs
As they splash Jean Nate or Old Spice over nude and callused extremities
Preparing their bodies for the daily trip into yonder fields to harvest your crops
Planted there with love and the pursuit of happiness back in the Spring of life
Blessed are those poor surfs for only they shall inherit the Earth.....Right?
It's what us po folk all want to believe regardless of our lot in life
They see you.....
Just as they see me sitting here in a drunken bard's body being eaten alive
By cirrhosis as I complete the marinating of my own pate.....
Typing my antediluvian warnings of what's to come.....deluge or famine
Choose your poison as I have mine....burrowed in my rat hole in time
Where red meat is eaten warm but not cooked with rabid incisor action
Where survival is not for the weak of heart but the powerful needs of the soul
A soul which has been in existence since it created itself from its own need to feed
Not just your ordinary Black Hole..... no Sir re
But an infinite abyss which sucks everything into a domesticated oblivion
Having not the slightest thing to do with Religion
Or as some like me who have felt these being's presence call it....'Food for the Gods'.....
Well.....
I've said enough less they take me tonight as I pass my mirror and walk into the light
Think about what I've said today....and don't forget to brush your teeth

2007 © T Sheridan