Altered Ego
You stand there like Voltaire
with a pen in your hand
but that’s not your name
and we know it.
Nothing’s changed in the diocese
the order remains.
You are right
it is Sunday,
a bible or a gun day
for some
and is the chalice half
empty or is it
half full?
questions that pull me this way
or that way when any way out of
Sunday is the right way for me.
I haven’t woken up properly
there’s still sleep in my eyes
wherein the proof lies that I live.
Did I dream?
yes I did of the things that
I thought I’d got rid of
but
like a boot sale in a wild gale
these things blow away.
Voltaire still stands there
with a pen.
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