One Time I Went To Hell...
"0" excerpt © 2010, 2013
Easy when I was drunk…
to get lost in a hospital that had so many halls (open and shut doors, groans and moaning from those having futile resistance against death).
A few minutes ago I pulled into Memorial Hospital parking lot with Bob Seger talking to me through the FM “Bring it to your Papa.”
Thought it would be appropriate to read to him “Notes Of A Dirty Old Man” by Charles Buskowsky.After reading the story about an Angel getting his wings cut Papa fell asleep.
The nurses came in at about 6 pm.I wanted him to return to good health.So many times I used my own will power to accomplish goals.Papa was hardly eating.
Waited till she left the room to impose my will power on to his.With spirits in me (uplifting philosophical buzz) I stood at the foot of his bed and stared at him imagining that I was sending him power within me through my eyes.
He opened his eyes slowly:
“General Hancock.”
“hh.”
“I’m gonna’ be promoted to sergeant.Won a promotional board.Best out of six other soldiers.
his eyes went from glazed to RAW DETERMINATION-“EAT PAPA!”
I THOUGHT I HAD CURED HIM.He wrapped his fingers around the cup filled with grape juice.Put the cup to his mouth and then quickly drank it down.
Only.–to vomit it up.
The Dark Red fluid that fell to the Ground resembling tear drops
A Glimpse of H.e.L.L.cont
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as it dripped slowly.The ferryman: the figure wore black robe.Couldn’t see a face because his head was down and concealed by the hood-
heard footsteps behind.Yet, it deceived my logics.Was more like nagging flies buzzing around my ears: …those creeping obsessions that keep us down in h.e.l.l.
“you’re a failure everyone hates you kill yourself there is no god no one loves you you should never have been born you are cursed you will always be alone” –these voices buzzed closer.
I
Looked Down
At My Feet sincerely wanting
The Loh’Rd
to show me the way.
Blood came in relentless waves on the black sandy shore.The ferryman looked up and his face was still hidden by his hood.The ferryman extended his hand, wanting me to come aboard.The sounds of the voices combined with the flies came closer.I turn around and see countless flies, wasps, and bees.Thousands, millions, and a voice came “We Are Legion We Are Many”…the insects transformed into humans-
HERE
EXCEPT
LORD’S
LOVE-
HUMANS? Monsters they become the ugliness: monstrosities of sins: phallus’ as painful puss filled tails.Hands twice the size of their bodies, holes the size of potholes in their crotch region.Bleeding sores on their faces.Tongues as long as their arms.
THOU SHALL NOT COVET.
I TURNED BACK AROUND AND KNEW, KNOW, WILL KNOW TO GET ON THE BOAT.I taste metal from underneath my tongue.I remove the one day at a time coin and place the coin in the ferryman’s hand and get on the ship.Slowly
the boat moves away from the shore and the sin malformed humans kept moving forward.They stepped into the bloody red water and instantly burned.
The ferryman turns his head and pulls down his hood.
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