Burnt Lungs (On The Way Home Again)

busted open
like canalope n
overipened
my melody
oozes
what loses it's words quick
sick with stinch
i flinch as the open wounds
burn as i inch
my way
back to the highway of life
and breaths bereft
and kept close with difficulty
what we hoped was
it wouldn't come to this

this close to comatose
but i'm the toast of the heavenbound
clowned in earthly masquerade
i've made way to pay my dues
my less worsened blues
yet i refuse to give in

just then
in the nick of
the love of the annointing
illuminates
pointing to the way ever home
never no not once
was i alone
although my throat
was dry as bones
i managed enough to cry out
"Lord, have mercy on me"

Boy, did he ever!
drowning me in reverse
dispursing my sin
that was cursing me in
suspended anticipation
of ventilation
punch a hole in my soul
M'Lord that i might breathe again

chay 2009