Thursday, August 18, 2016



That’s no music for LIFE

I don’t even drink anymore
I rode the alcohol to get off the pain
and for me it was a Tilt-A-Whirl
with a permanent ticket, so I got off,
but since I do care about others 
why is the liquor store CLOSED 
at nine at night around here and all day Sunday?

Don’t say that, because everyone knows God likes a drink.  

God drinks it all in
all our restrictions, in His name 
swishes it around in the God mouth, spits it out and says—
don't look at me 
and who's to say I'm a He? 

God drinks, drank, gets d r u n k 
every time they put their cold clammy ecclesiastical 
inquisitional hands 
on that pipe
organ. 


1 comment:

  1. Great poem. I love the last bit-- especially the cold clammy ecclesiastical inquisitional hands on that pipe organ. Whoa!

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