Sunday, June 8, 2014
Momma Don't Allow
When they came for the banjos
I was all hush, hush and no
All ye, all ye in free. Come out, come out
wherever you are “Brother, are you saved? “
my good old man would ask anybody, a
passer-by on the streets of Hershey, say:
his Fool for Christ days, a foolish contra-
diction & hobgoblin for little minds.
“Brighten the Corner Where You Are”
Nana would tickle the keys at the homeless
shelter. Slumgullion for supper but
first: hark—listen. Let him who has
ears to hear, hear. Oyez. Oyez.
Crucial: the crux of the matter.
Essence of Xtianity for some: the
centrality of the cross: x marking
the spot. .
(Cross Roads, a variant--where the
devil is said to hang out, and the
birth of the blues is born and born
Torn between 2 loves. Excruciating.
My good old man described his
monumental EGO as crucified—
making that otherwise morbid fetal
image seem lovely, beautifully
Suffers in translation. To die for.
Alchemical. Lead to gold. Miracle.