Won't you heal
My shoulder Jesus?

I saw the Curry attendant
Again today

He walks with a limp
He lists to the side

Like me

I write about
This problem here

I just wanted
To be symmetrical

Then maybe a woman
Would want to be with me

Forever alone

The therapist
Said a stupid saying

"God never gives us
More than we can handle"

Tell that to
The poor and starving

I sit and watch
The divine play

Sitting in the ampitheatre
Behind the old check in
Currently the wireless internet lounge

Just me and my akward shoulder
And I live inside
Some type of matrix computer

Even the machines at the gym
In Oakhurst were called that
"Matrix"

Inserting times
Just times
In front of a brain

Alone again
My shoulder bothers me

Observe the human life
Withdrawn
Contemplative
The big picture

I look down on myself
From above

This life
Oh life
And I'm always alone

No caring woman
To comfort
Or console me

And the world is
Always in turmoil
And the suffering saints
Grow weary
Weary of this life

And Jesus won't fix my shoulder
Neither did the physical therapist

And at least I'll
Have some work soon

I think America is in trouble
A debt we cannot pay
One day perhaps
I'll be opening canned foods
Struggling to survive another day

I've almost always been kind
And loving
To my fellow man

My shoulder makes me suffer
I guess this burden
I'll have to learn to withstand