05-16-2013, 08:01 AM
He stands before a throne
of formica oak, a clip-on
microphone transposes every
whisper to the reverberated rumble of God
It's hard to see the screen (Spielberg
is at his best) when a billet-shark
trades equities of Malaysian
labors and a matron spares the rod
but
who didn't follow the path that day?
Sandals walked an elegy of fishermen
toward a choir a Persian
King had never walked.
In Carol's hash-smoke clouded
attic, me and Jimmy crowded
around between sips of malt. "I'm
gonna talk to God," I said. Trace
and Carol joined and pushed the token
to the right, though maybe it was me.
"Ask for a car," laughed Trace as she
ejected a plume in the visage of Christ.
Maybe nothing happened when I asked
the same question Peter did that day
(and Abel and Stephen) and maybe I'll
never know if I'm my brother's keeper.
of formica oak, a clip-on
microphone transposes every
whisper to the reverberated rumble of God
It's hard to see the screen (Spielberg
is at his best) when a billet-shark
trades equities of Malaysian
labors and a matron spares the rod
but
who didn't follow the path that day?
Sandals walked an elegy of fishermen
toward a choir a Persian
King had never walked.
In Carol's hash-smoke clouded
attic, me and Jimmy crowded
around between sips of malt. "I'm
gonna talk to God," I said. Trace
and Carol joined and pushed the token
to the right, though maybe it was me.
"Ask for a car," laughed Trace as she
ejected a plume in the visage of Christ.
Maybe nothing happened when I asked
the same question Peter did that day
(and Abel and Stephen) and maybe I'll
never know if I'm my brother's keeper.


wae aye man ye radgie