grateful dead; delusion

LOOKING FOR GOD IN THE ANACOSTIA RIVER

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U.S. BLUES

Fact is sometimes

stranger than fiction.

A case in point

is a recent Dead show

in Washington DC


I was partying up

in the legendary RFK parking lot

getting primed for the show.

 

I was talking to

a college girl

about the scene

and explaining how

it’s mainly just in fun

only a few of us

ever actually take it too far.

 

No sooner do I finish

my soliloquy 

than a guy goes running by

screaming at the top of his lungs:

 

“THERE IS A GOD ABOVE!!!

THERE IS A GOD ABOVE!!!”

 

and dives into the murky waters

of the Anacostia River.

 

and I’m standing there stunned

thinking, “Open mouth, Insert foot.”

at this amazing spectacle.

 

Now, I’ve drank excessively,

done all kinds of substances

both licit and illicit.

I’ve been fucked up drunk,

stoned, obnoxious, dosed,

zoned, dusted, zonked,

blasted, plastered, under the weather,

high, wasted, toasted, roasted, wired,

tripped up, smoked up;

I’ve puked, passed out, 

gotten sick, made others sick,

misbehaved, acted like an ass. . .

 

But in all the madness & chaos

it never once occurred to me

to look for God at the bottom

of the Anacostia River. 

 

6-7-95

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of my spoken word pieces from the mid to late 90's

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