The tunnel being dug
between Heaven and my soul
is like living in a double wide trailer
by the French Rivera. It is
like finding out global warming
is a government hoax
after you purchased the 1000 acres
in the Alaskan wilderness
with all the money you have left
in your 401K. The tunnel
has now entered my brain,
providing my misery and imprisonment
a cloudy window with a view.
I hear blasting and the sound of rock against rock,
metal against metal, man against man.
I hear God threatening
to take the head off of anything that moves…
2009 © TS
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-surgery-of-building-roads/
