the morning after heavy drinking <br />last night's liquor <br />straps me to my whirling bed <br />and makes me wear <br />a stethoscope <br />that was lying in a gutter <br />amidst all nervous traffic & bus stop conversation <br /> <br /> <br />the garbage truck always comes <br />crashing down the street <br />and the ice cream man always <br />stops outside my window <br />like the morbid punchline to <br />some divine joke<br /><br />Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-laugh-of-god/
