poems

I would call upon the Lord
for strength
but I lost His number
a few months back
besides
we are not on speaking terms
which is my fault-
it-s always my fault
what would I say if I did call?
hey Christ, the flesh has me
by the balls and I kinda like it?

they all go nuts
running and dancing in aisles
hands raised with shouts of:

VICTORY!
VICTORY!
VICTORY!

the great show of enthusiasm
lasts right up until the restaurants
start to close for the night
then this holy horde will dine in
with their most unholy children
and order salads, soups, streaks and
more bread! always more bread!

with swollen stomachs and satisfied spirits
they will raise their hands to shout:

THE CHECK! THE CHECK! THE CHECK!

you were gone
but here you are
at my front door
telling me
you were wrong
and that I
was missed

strange to be
on this end
for once