Comfortable in my Own Sin

Groaning Liberal Artists

... words of prophets written
on the subway walls…whisper'd in
the sounds of silence. (Paul Simon)

From the men’s bathroom stall,
2^nd floor Jensen:

Identifying ways we participate
in the perpetuation of white
supremacy, of racist domination
expands our potential for
intervention and transformation.
( bell hooks)

And knowing the ways I participate
in patriarchal bias, my purposive
ego-centric conscious agenda driving
idiosyncratic if not idiotic terms of my
desire, ambition & o my jealous heart:
my conviction of spin not to be denied
or covered: identifying these my ways
of willing & nilling in accord with my
personal & partial grand scheming also
and by the same token expanding my
potential for intervention and
transformation.

As my cousin the artist would say:

“If I can Just Get My Own
Head out of the Way, Sam”

convinced his landscapes would be
all the better for it.

I’m somewhat comfortable that I’m
uncomfortable that I’m not comfortable
in my own skin & that’s not bad, pretty
good actually. Who is? After nip/tuck,
lipo, colonic rub-a-dub dub washed
in the blood of lambs: some say
they are:

“Comfortable in my own skin!”

I know I do no right myself without wrong.
To be comfortable in my own spin I would
have to ‘fess up:

Yes, I did this and this & So:
No, I couldn’t do that or that
also: much to my regret, damnit”

What a convention is good for:
conveniently ignoring the wrong that
righting generates so as to accentuate
the positive so I can sleep at night.

I confess:

I am somewhat uncomfortable in the
comfort of my own skin; however:
knowing better the ways I participate
in crimes of convention: the tacit if
not explicit itch, burr under saddle,
pea under mattress, I’m ok with that
& comfortable in my own sin: guilty
as charged & appropriately accused.

Not denying.

Expanding my potential
for intervention & transformation. .

Presbyter