Bless me father it's been so long
I can't remember how the incense smells
how it curls like God's thoughts
toward the dark regions of His house
yes I'm on bended knee glad to see
you've installed cushioning
since I last paid my respects to mortal and venial
I'm at that place on the spectrum your holiness
your grace my grace is a little worn
so much to reveal and so little time
and all the while the undertow of illusion
and the geometric snare of rationality
like a calendar harmless enough its
gridlike inducements you can see
the marks here and here father all
the creatures I've killed in irritation
a sweep of the heel wiping out entire
armies all the vain blasphemy hurled
at cars parked too close or traffic
moving too slow and greed father
things I coveted including
my best friend's well
this is hard to say father
bottle of '67 Chateauneuf-du-Pape
that was painful for everyone
but worst of all I'm a purist
and I've lost count found love it's only
perverse curiosity that brings me
back here your face against the curtain
my reason for coming up in smoke
father, ten pushups won't work this time
I'm certain
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