The Catholic Right

The Catholic Right

The Catholics are angry

Cause their Pontiff tells the truth

And seems to care a little more

For people than for god.

This god who sends tsunamis

And typhoons to decimate,

And whose amanuensis wrote

That bigotry's divine.

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The World

It isn't just America.

It's the f-cking world.

Everybody's hip,

And god hates beauty.

Music just gets uglier.

Poetry is dead.

Roses that are growing

In the gutters don't smell sweet.

Jesus Christ is not the prince.

He's just another tyrant.

His minions and his sycophants

Clutch their checks for heaven.

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Lines

The water of the pond will settle

Back the way it was.

I lost a friend. There was a splash.

The forest now is silent.

My poesy is mediocre,

Though she said it isn't.

But I'll continue writing it.

There's nothing else to do.

And all the little sayings hung

Above fat Jacqui's sofa

Occur to me reminding me

I'm just a paranoid.

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Respite

My reluctant friend who loves me

When he isn't crazy

Is locked inside a hospital.

He thinks he is insane.

And my abusive friend who is

Abrasive, critical,

Sharp and harsh, but

Praises what I write

Thinks she's very honest,

Just like Charlie.

And I hate it!

I was not born for other people's

Notion of the truth.

He who's in the hospital

Is probably insane.

Make a bed and let me on

The ward. I'm going too.

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Intrusion

Love presumes,

Gets angry when it needn't,

And castigates the loved one without mercy.

I'm not here to meet your expectations.

(A little psychobabble

That I read in Freddy Perls,

A very hateful silly man to read.)

I lost a friend because I made her angry -

An endless anger -

Such they say is hell -

Ridiculous as an eternal heaven.

11-9-13