Saints and Sinners
she woke me—
I sprawled, numb, eyeing her ass
sashay off to pee
then I sort of felt crass,
I mean, what was her name?
that’s when bells tolled
church herding its fold,
well, they can have that fake shame,
that organized ruse.
me? I live as I please
like last night with this sleaze,
oh, head tender from booze …
church Sunday? on my day of rest,
what’s-her-name still undressed?
then she shambled on back
with her bottle of Jack,
so we each downed a shot
to soothe the right spot
while steeple bells rang
and the gullible sang.
let them waste Sunday—
. I won’t … okay?
October 27, 2016
Saints and Sinners Contest
Silent One
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