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Asides Within a Last Breath

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Asides Within a Last Breath

Three lying deacons 
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor 
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel, 
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
and intentionally 

Four wide-eyed boys 
dance on a daydream –
kissing ripped posters 
of a white collared rapist.
Saint Peter understands 
the jovial jokesters -
the foolishness 
when blackened specks darken the void;
the flurried flutter of his eyelids
casts a tainted shadow 
upon a fractured sexual ballet.
They continue to kiss
below the waist.

Three lying deacons
and a pacing pastor resides –
five lip-smacking nurses
massaging your head.
Four wide-eyed boys 
caress your knuckles
as the well-trimmed priest 
a poorly 
scented infant:
"anally dead."

Seven cardinal sins
slip and divide 
into 3 venial ratios.
"Hi, Sonny"...
Greed, lust and vanity 
are mortal crimes; 
Father Fragrantly Fresh...
quietly proclaims:
"snuggle a bit closer and 
sniff a hint of Genesis."

Say I’m to blame
and cause-count the afflictions –
smaller undetected lumps 
hump the jaded addictions
brain dead and haughty –
the zombies 
circle and laugh!
I wasn't born in a  dark discarded 
Parisian tunnel but -
can you Roman Polanski me,

Kill the poet...
and make him pay -
below the waist.
Crushed words embody
a forgotten loner’s 

(force him to stutter stupidly)

and within a last breath -

and within a last breath -

and within a last breath -


"the string-strangled 
conventionally chokes - 
and quietly succumbs
(to a textured landscape) 
of a youthful 
silenced dying...

and swallowed
in a heavenly -
haloed chosen 

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  1. Date: 7/15/2012 7:26:00 AM
    Congrats on your excellent poem being featured this week....Patrick

  1. Date: 7/14/2012 7:44:00 AM
    Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week John. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/8/2012 8:59:00 PM
    Congrats, John, on this one being featured. Brings up a lot of images, some unwanted but necessary. The choices made so long ago have had a negative impact on the true message. But hey, don't kill the poet, he's just thew messenger. Didn't they have a song out in the 70s from the Asbury park area called "don't Shoot The Messenger."

  1. Date: 7/8/2012 4:11:00 PM
    Strange, how I never seen this one of yours. it must have been hiding. I will just have to read more. Congratulations, John, on having your poem featured this week. hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 7/8/2012 3:55:00 PM
    john, congratulations with your featured poem of the week.. hope you are enjoying yours~Always ;-) PD

  1. Date: 8/12/2008 3:56:00 PM
    Quite disturbing and yet so intriguing, had me playing all kinds of mind games. Very well written. Love Heidie

  1. Date: 8/10/2008 10:01:00 PM
    Intense and depthful, full of introspection and stinging truth. Makes one contemplate the inevitable--their mortality. You described it so eloquently. You are a brilliant writer. Take good care of yourself, Sara