ENCOUNTER WITH FAITH

Tested their faith

or their sight or something

like that.

I strolled out onto

my lawn, early on

this Sunday morning

my bits and pieces, more

bits than pieces when

I come to think about it.

All their clean shaven faces and

pretty pink lipstick.  lovely flowered

dresses and their polished smiles

all the faithful piling into

saint Patricks.

The masses

the faithful masses all falling

into line

~ and then there’s me...

looking for my sea legs as I attempt to

recover from yet another night of

debauchery.

my bits and pieces swinging freely

beneath my robe

slowly I cross the lawn in

search of my paper, in

desperate need of some coffee.

the pastor in his white robe stares over

at me and shakes his head.

don’t be so quick to judge me!

you believe in what you believe father

and I'll believe what I believe

and  in the end we’ll both end up

dead and in the ground.

so he went on believing in

his god and I believe 

  I'll rest today.

AFTER THOUGHT

after smashing all

the dishes

turning over the couch

setting the chair

on fire

in the front lawn

blowing out the speakers

empty the liquor cabinet

after the neighbors have

finally had it with us

and the call the cops

after the police have

kicked in the door

and escorted all the

fun away

its that moment

after the last squad car leaves

and the sun begins to rise

after its all over

do you realize

how lonely

you really are.