Whatever is begotten, born, and
dies. Caught in that sensual music
all neglect. Monuments of unageing
intellect (Yeats)
Hosanna
“Brother are you saved?”
Portrait of my old man as a young fool
for Christ asking any stranger on the road
(after Yale, Exeter, Edinburgh: born
again to fish for myn, save souls best he
could state of an art beyond Brownings,
Milton, Shakespeare, Chaucer & other
Phi Beta Kappa constraints not with
standing cultural relativities & salutary
sophistication):
are you safe?
He wondered & would ask.
Imagine:
salvation as cool as Kardashians?
Kim’s catastrophic ass? A million
dollar money maker. Need we argue?
Any body with 6-pac abdominals on
the other hand, that too. Takes one’s
breath away. Just Breathe, I advise
my self, caught up in moments.of
my risky business.
Savvy as second hand holy smokes,
pre-shrunk cellophane wrapped: .no
need to roll my own. God, Guns, and
Gotchas! Get back Get back to where
I started from. Sound. Safe. Symptomatic
Safety tantamount to chocolate & straw
berries, sweetness & lights at the end of
my tunneling; peace of mind guaranteeing
some satisfaction yes, Yes, YES?
.
xxxooo, Presbyter
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