streetpeople and churchfolk
intermingled in the rain
downtown and sidewalk exorcisms
where bad children are fed
to mental addiction
screaming obscenities at Christ
echo against the dripping doors
college bars and the clean tattoo parlors
and coffee house hipster rat pits
screaming at the wind
these maelstrom prayers eating time
how they stumble to the worms
of clinics and the perceived saftey of pews
cranial lycopene treatments
electricity and injections
peace
with but
an intention
and laughter is not as funny
as once
it was
but there is still movement
down by the creek
pallid men roust about
in the morning
wakefulness
the wet leaves cling to their faces
in loamy penance
hunger pangs
trust their prayers to
the manifested Buddha
hovering
under grand Valley Oak
watching watching
with cold eyes
their
serial minds skip with dreaming
indifference
a capella cavalcade
flat
and unresponsive
lips of ladies
pass with God
etched in posture
the priests are naked in the fog
ringing the awakening bells
and the shaking of thuribles
in the
face of Jew gentile Apostate
masters
of caged reality
they that do not have
spare change
for the weak
and was said that the meditative state
would create
damp Messiah
talking hologram
but eight inches tall
men
do not know what it means
to breathe
into pain
up back
and down
flicker with the tropical storm
Beelzebub
lusting
long beards
trust
liquid eyes of leper souls
asking you
