the morning after heavy drinking
last night's liquor
straps me to my whirling bed
and makes me wear
a stethoscope
that was lying in a gutter
amidst all nervous traffic & bus stop conversation


the garbage truck always comes
crashing down the street
and the ice cream man always
stops outside my window
like the morbid punchline to
some divine joke

Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-laugh-of-god/