Neil Before God
*And when you'd almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat,
He walks in.* -Neil Diamond
I approached the cherry cherry
fire bush in my garden.
“Who are you?” I asked,
“I Am, I Said” answered
the conflagrant shrub
in a guttural gravel croon
“Neil, is that you?” I exclaimed.
“Why are you here?”
“Holly Holy…I happened to Be
in the neighborhood this Hot August Night
and thought I would reach out.”
“Reach out?” I retorted.” No…wait
let me guess…Touching Me”?
“Well, yes…touching you…
You’ve seen our ceiling
in the Sistine Chapel, haven’t you?
The one of Me and you,
Doing the holy Digit?”
“Well…sure”, I responded glibly,
“So good…So Good…
wouldn’t You say?”
“Well, yes …old Mikey
had a knack, for the oils,
But not so good, for you,
My Solitary Man,”
Is that because I don’t
Bring you flowers anymore?
“Well, Yes, and you might want to ask
Cracklin’ Rosie a little more about that;
You’ll find her down yonder deep
in the barbie pit grilling her liver,
.....If you know what I mean.”
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