Sunday, August 23, 2015

Jake Cosmos Aller writes


I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society

On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down

Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Beam and the Walker brother
And his old Granddad
Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel's gang

A crazed bum
With a thousand year stare
Walks up to me

He begins
Muttering to himself
Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic's voice

He had the look
Of one possessed
By his own demons
That only he can see
Or hear
Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew

Despite myself
I was fascinated
By this lunatic's tale

So I stopped him
And said
So what's your game

The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle
Staring at me
With that thousand year old stare

Just another washed up
Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life

He looked at me
And proclaimed his story

He reared up
And filled up the room
And lifted the bar
On his finger
And stared down at me
From the sky

And said
Since you asked
I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal
The original dude of dudes
The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of that Jesus dude

But no one knows me
Any more
No one cares
They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time

Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done

I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see
An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else

He was crazy
Sure yes
But perhaps he was the real deal

I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose
Talking to low lifes like me
In a bar
On the way to hell

So I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe

God tells me
Well, it's like this

Many a year ago
People believed in me

But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me

As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker

And so eventually I became
What you see today

A broken down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a hand out

Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner

And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him

And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings

I saw a million planets
Flash by
A billion people

A trillion sentient beings
Thinking all at once

Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed

And I knew
He was telling the truth

But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism

God has no role
God is truly dead
And so I bought him a drink
And walked out of the bar
Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him

Long live God

1 comment:

  1. Despite the obvious lift from George Thorogood's "I Drink Alone," this is a great tale, But to pull it off successfully it needs someone with the charisma of a Tom Waites or a Charles Bukowsky -- or a Jake Lee -- to tell it right.


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