Long Sacristy Poems

Steve: This sounds like the traditional Hindu caste system. I get it; all that Kama Sutra stuff.

John: You mean Kama Sutra IPA? It’s a local brew. Not bad.

Steve: Douche bag say wha?

John: Wha?

Steve: Please continue,...

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she was only too aware that her own conception had been maculate

it had been not been a virginal birth and yet a blessed gift from God

	
	her mother a whore in the town’s creep joint

	father a...

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Fathers of disastrous; 
are crueless father of evil, 
who live in the globe, 
and destroy the light.

Fathers of disatrous’
They kindle the fire, 
and off the light.
They are unmerciful, 
and live long.
They humiliate, 
the poor ones,...

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Jarabe tapatío in Plaza Castillo,
girls dance in the Mexican night.
The floral bouquets of their dresses ablaze,
a rainbow of colors so bright

But it wasn't this way, far back in the day
when dances held little such drama.
So...

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Catholic

Stern but saintly Father Meissen 
scolded the parents for not having 
their baby boy baptized sooner. 
It was April, 1952,
inside the stained-glassed catholic church,
ensconced on sun-split Newlin street, 
avenue of pink oleanders and cracking sidewalks.
According...

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In a misty morn
                               ...

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Silly wisps of her raven hair flutter
In the winds of the long-short corridor of summer;
They snivel with the whims of cosseted sots,
Sinking in the futile harmony of winking beasts.
Pretty whiskers, soft with the ague of...

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The boy, the padre and the abbess.

The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old...

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We went to Worship Christ this morning,
and I shall not besmirch
But I felt like a Catholic,
in a Baptist Church

I'll tell you all a story,
I'll do the best I can
To explain the prior stanza,
to help you...

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The boy, the padre, and the abbess.

The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old...

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Keep life simple and supple
When aside from your dimples you brush conundrum
For joys to triple or quadruple
To the beat at the feet of laughter’s drum

Whose percussion glorifies and ratifies
Happiness in all her splendor and majesty
As...

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Father Father bless me
I bear a burden of sin
sin a heavy block of tin
pray God thee
I need break free
from the evil bondage
I've in been from early age

Father I'm the little mouse
a squatter in the mission...

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Enduringly left the spiritual task
Of praying for what Catholics  ask:
A fresh day in her wondrous breakthroughs bask,
An open-it-and-one-finds-rich food flask,
For lovers of the fabric: Good Damask,
The wisdom for proofs statue is no mask.
None prays...

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This old heart of mine meets quitting time, 
cringes in a cage with no way out; 
concurrence with occurrence of spurs jabbed in the muscle, 
bright pain shines a sacristy of black light shreds. 
What...

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Spelling mysteries in the sacristy of black and white,
Cold star celebrity inevitably revealed at night,
Fifteen earth minutes seems so infinite in dreams of fate,
White-line fever, tightrope snorting on the interstate.

The kiss of destiny detestably with...

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I've looked for a way in,
a tear in the silence
that walls whatever is behind
be it nothingness or being,
bright mornings that almost 
tip into the ecstatic, a blessed
oblivion where boundaries 
dissolve and all things 
become one,...

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