Confessional (poem)
December 31, 2007 | Poetry
Confessional
In the darkened velvet box
two halves an Earthly whole;
I’ll play the part of sinner
you’ll play the other role
An intermediary
historically roughshod;
A holy three-card monte
so-called facade of God
Through the screen, dusty dogma;
An … educated guess;
Despite white-collared pleasantries,
no help with my grand mess!
Sinners, though, a quirky lot
I wedge myself among them;
Shift our views as host in wine
Now raise my voice above them
That God would surely serve me
so cannot be denied;
But his anointed mouthpiece
should surely be defied
So vault, do I the sinner,
from darkened velvet box;
Could land in some Nirvana,
or bolted down in stocks
In leaving you alone there,
your role will come to pass;
Cassock-wearing politik
left lonely on his ass
