(hospital vespers)

[ifnotnow]

Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick.
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yahtzee!"
I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic,
something called "The Politics of Lonely,"
a toothbrush and a Quick-Pick with the Plus.
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes,
and said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it."
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling.
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see.
Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling.
Before the nurses came, took you away,
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.

-John K. Samson

Sunday feels like this. It's raining on the snow out there!

Comments

[prettyfool.livejournal.com]

that's a beautiful poem without being gushysentimentalsad.

[rubysnow.livejournal.com]

it's a song too, and i just finished burning you a cd with it on it. freak-ay.

so,

jess @ gorgeousproductions . ca (no spaces)

[prettyfool.livejournal.com]

is it a poem or a song? either way, it makes my heart explode.

AND MY GOD! thanks! i'll email you with my po box STAT.

[gemsweater.livejournal.com]

I'm reading my friendsfriends list and so you don't know me but I wanted to comment and say that a) that song is my favourite thing about Reconstruction Site and b) I adore and covet your icon.

[rubysnow.livejournal.com]

lovely! are you in wpg? i grew up in the bustling metropolis of portage.

[gemsweater.livejournal.com]

Yes I am in Winnipeg! My experiences with Portage, oddly, are limited to second-hand ones, though. Something about my cousins going there for pizza after junior hockey games in various rural municipalities...

[(Anonymous)]

i like it. it feels douglas coupland-y to me.