welcome to the new living church…

welcome to the new living church

on sundays
she spoke
in tongues
shaking
adjacent pews
with her
full framed figure
flailing
in all directions
like
a california earthquake
often
catching
the first pew
first-timers
surprised
and
scurrying
for
their cellphones
to solicit
medical assistance
but
she
always
maintained
enough control
to keep
at least
one eye
on the new
young handsome pastor
and
one hand free
for
the occasional
repositioning
of her
newly purchased
sunday-go-to-meeting
feathered
red
hat

house call…

house call

i was surprised
to see the brown bag prophet
standing on a corner
near a downtown
store front church
since
he has
often
said
those folks
firmly believe that
charity
starts at home
their home
always adding
that they can
barely
keep up their payments
on the american dream
let alone
help someone
in need
his previous position statements
warranted my asking
why he was there
he said
there’s a scheduled
presidential political rally
in the park
across the street
and
i’m here
to fight cancer
the cancer
of racism
which is endemic
in america
and
has been ignored
and
untreated for centuries
the very body
of this nation
is rotting away
the current crop
of candidates
are festering sores
of that racism
i’m certain
that my presence
won’t cure it
but
will
irritate the hell out
of those unwilling
to treat it

just another peoria street riot…

just another peoria street riot

embers of misunderstanding
flamed
by moral entrepreneurs’
righteous religious rhetoric
have transubstantiated
watery lies
into
the bloodied flesh
of an innocent
everyman
a repeated scene
where
crowds of people gather
along society’s street
to commune on history’s
stale wafers
of ignorance
ala’s revellers
blinded
by hate and fear
partake in the celebration
with
stone throwing rituals
as old
as man’s incapacity
to show tolerance
for that which
he cannot comprehend
and so
the darkness
remains upon the deep
and
the earth
is without form

drafted but looking for a dishonorable discharge…

drafted but looking for a dishonorable discharge

’bout
as far back
as
i can get
squinting
my eyes
to make
funny patterns
of the church lights
not sure
why mom
dragged
me here
all the old ladies
that
never speak
during the week
are up front
where the preacher
can see them
they’re all saying
amen
to anything
and
everything
the preacher says
be kind to others
amen
give to the poor
amen
serve god throughout the week
amen
don’t gossip ’bout others
a
men
do god’s work
amen
amen
and
as the choir
begins
that lady
who was more
than
tipsy
at the county fair
starts shaking
her body
all over
and
jumping
up and down
like a circus clown
and
the old biddies
in big hats
continue
with
their amens
and
i
keeping
making angel patterns
with
the tears
in my eyes
knowing
the shows
gonna last
another
hour

canonization…

canonization

a person
has
deified
a person
not
god
but
a person
applying
human rules
to
divine concealed criteria
did
anyone
see
a chariot of fire
appear
and
drop off
the appropriate
documents
if so
were
they
notarized

i’ve been ‘buked an’ i’ve been scorned…

i've been 'buked an'i've been scorned

the brown bag prophet
tossed the paper
in the trash
and
said
it would appear
that the ghost
of lester maddox
is alive
and
well
in
elberton georgia
seems
103 yr old
genora biggs
has been expelled
from her church
for
daring
to question
pastor
maddox
maddox
wants to lay hands
on folks
but
as i recall
that’s another church
not the one
anyone recalls
in union grove
segregation
in the church
now
i heard
it all
talk about
your
god complex

gnostic gospels galore…

gnostic gospels galore

there will be
no
promises made
in the last days
the glitter of words
will have worn-off
and
the rusty reality
of life
will be
shown…
part-time prophets
from the bronx
will
seek redemption
for an array
of sins
not even listed
in
the most obscure
of
religious texts..
then
some
overpaid government serf
will reveal
that
the gospel according
to mary magdalene
was found
years ago
intact
but
politics
being what they are
was
concealed
and
everything revealed
about
additional sins
mostly
by men
were marked
classified
by
someone
in the senate
since
most
of those gospels
were viewed as
politically
damaging…
and
there seemed
to be some reference
to
god
preferring pink dresses
over
white robes
with
red hats

mature individuals seeking…

mature individuals seeking

the wine stained carpet
holds
oak pews
worn smooth
from
ups-and-downs
pews
where
generic prayers
from hymnal page
twenty-nine
shall we gather at the river
are offered
as indemnification
in the event
that their souls
wash up
on heaven’s shores
hymns
offered in a voice
befitting
their status as
part-time believers
and
full-time seekers
of pleasure
the kinds of folks
you find
every weekend night
hanging tight
with those half their age
youths
impressed
with their worldly wisdom
wisdom
plagiarized
from the new yorker
and
regurgitated
after several glasses
of the
in drink
and though
they died year ago
the shell of their existence
still haunts this earth
with after dinner drinks
in hand
and
fantasies
fluttering around
their corpses