Sunday, February 2, 2014

5010. MY MICHAELMAS NIGHT

MY MICHAELMAS NIGHT
I didn't know where I was; and I'd
awoke not knowing either, but it was
not yet a crime to live in a world of
featureless things : to not know, to not
understand, to be half in another world.
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No one took my hand; the motivations
were like Three Stooges things  -  slaphappy,
stupid and dumb. Like priests serving lunches
of cupcakes and gin to the poor  -  I had to 
ask why and what for? Was the good I was 
meant to see somehow now escaping me?
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The gentlemen were all sitting down for a council
meeting. St. Francis Xavier and the Brohos of the
needy. Sister Angelina DelVecchio up at front.
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I took my silver pen and dipped it in needy oil.
To limber up my catwalk I centered to the from
of the room. Standing fast, I pronounced the meeting
over : like light from a furnace, white, the anger 
seethed from the people's eyes. I smiled and 
bowed to their wishes. The humble light
of love was never brighter.

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