Just Another Foulmouthed Saint
He was just another foulmouthed saint
“halo” tilted jauntily to one side
wings tucked neatly into a dirt stained jacket
aura – lightly tinged with a sparkle of dust.
cussing – his milieu of mindfulness
spitting – his punctuation marks.
Yet they always sought him out
sat with him, tapped his endless time,
shook their heads in awe of his irreverence.
He said “that if the shadow you cast
isn’t longer that that of the church
you should find another church”.
Claims he read a book – ONCE
built a few colleges
never attended one.
He had a predatory edginess
patrolling, protecting, shepherding,
all who entered his domain.
His face absorbing the pain of his vision
watching the innocent betrayed
by sweet talking charlatans
he would occasionally straighten his halo
unfurl his rumpled wings
tell them to “F..k off!” – and spit!!
He was just another Foulmouthed Saint.
John G. Lawless
©5/30/2018
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