Prozac Jesus

Jesus hangs
crucified above my bed.

I smile when my father swallows more Budweiser,
    I have joy, I have joy,
when he slaps my mother.

Where is my shepherd
as I walk through,
    The valley
of broken bottles?

They cut my toes,
    deeply, deeply,
I bleed.

My smile is buried,
in Prozac visions,
    ------delusions.  

I kneel at church altars,
lifting hands to heaven.
“Be Healed” yells the pastor,
anointing my head with oil.
    In the name of Jesus,
I fall.

Tommorow,
I’ll have an I.V. in my left arm,
a dose of Xanax
to swallow.

A pink paper prescription-------
Never Forget Your Prozac Jesus

Reviews

[LoLo]

It touched me deeply and stirred emotions I forgot I hid from myself

[Ever]

I really like this. You really touched on religion, and I like the irony (is that a right word for this I wonder?) to this piece.

Also, thanks for the review.

[keisher]

Your a deep guy!

[Legion]

I can't believe you wrote something so simplistic and yet so magnificiently complex at the same time. This just blew me away. Going in favorites. Damn fine piece of work. I know the soul and spirit of this.

[Katherine Wyatt]

This touches the very depths of the "religion problem"...Everything that is mystical and sacred has been made profane and so in our times of suffering we are told only what is exoteric.... not the true meaning of the Word or the the True nature of the universe...and it leaves us emptier..and filled with guilt that we can not live up to the lies perpetuated by fundamentally flawed rigid ideas misrepresenting what the soul seeks to be healed...And today's clergy is medications and they are dressed in white jackets and scrubs..
Need I say~ magnificently penned!

[Last Lying Look]

Ah, prozac.
An old friend of mine.
I really like this write.
It's sad, strange and interesting.
A perfect combination.
Amazing work!
-Elissa :)