Donal Mahoney Poet Free verse

High Noon In Downtown Chicago

High Noon in Downtown Chicago
	
		St. Peter's in the Loop

Two minutes more, Father Cal,
and you will hear another 
of my strange confessions.
Right now, I'm outside
watching the rain on my glasses
running in rills.
Once inside I'll confess
the usual stuff
with a few variations,
none essential, 
all accidental, 
the same plot, 
the same ploys,
the same frenetic tale
I have always to tell.

Next week, I promise,
it will be different. 
Next week, I promise
I'll fall on the kneeler
and whisper 
through the grille,
"Father Cal, it is I.
You know the rest."

Next week, I won't make
another list in the diner
across from St. Peter's.
Next week I'll swig 
on a milkshake instead.
Father Cal, you and I 
will both profit.


Donal Mahoney

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Doris Culverhouse May 10, 2010 at 11:07 AM John's comment cracks me up!! LOL

Doris Culverhouse May 9, 2010 at 5:47 PM do you pray for forgiveness, from God?

John Trusty May 9, 2010 at 8:52 AM Donal, I love this, having gone to only a few confessions compared to some, I tend to make them worthwhile. I constantly rib my M-in-law she is 90 and I see nothing she ever does worth a confession, yet she lines up all the time. Recently she got even with me by saying she told the priest she watched a porno on HBO and the priest feinted in the box. I believed her joke. The next week she confessed the use of the word porno. JT