Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Do Not Talk About Religion

The thing about finding and losing faith
like keys misplaced
during the switching of a purse
is the consequential question
discussions of theories
between international strangers
about suffering
and what is the meaning of an ache?

A nuisance crept into my eye so
I sat alone in a quiet spot light
confetti lined the floor and collars
button-ups Mary Janes and seeking groups
sort of scattered the plush room.
there were eyes everywhere and
there was nothing anywhere
but expensive looking ceiling lamps
and what appeared to be apparitions of
leaf silhouettes engraved on the fake brass bar.

interesting because the leafs on the bar
were covered in plastic glasses
and acrylic nails
silver watches and flyers
of big boobed girls.

Attendants in every bathroom on the
parallel grid blocks would really like
to hand the paper towels to the
makeup applicants
in exchange for an early or
more convenient bus pass.

I've gained a clear vision
of an energy tonight.
an energy of a frown
of a kick in the shin
of a dance upon a platter-
which can each tread various
sustaining circles in a room
which cannot be generalized.

while my eyes are incredulously cold
and the lids when down scream the
ample feeling
it was a preemptive notion that
puke smelling stairwells
in a maze of Billy Idol enthusiasts
would be the dichotomous choice
to sleep.

A crowd of Irishmen crescent mooned us
and each pointed out the suggestion
that I've practiced or adorned
some faith.
"To each his own" I said
while comfort levels contorted in knots
when whispers of depression
and aggression were bulleted
into the universe.

It did however achieve the remembrance
of forgotten religious experience.
5 years old and covered in recreational dirt,
swinging on the swing set
swimming across the lake
life-jacket-less
strolling passed the
shifting unknown grumbles
of the leaves-
safe with my omniscient friend.

I attribute my likeness of learning
to the random heavy conversation
unsympathetically.
Forgive me for forgetting
that no stone's been carved,
"she was swallowed by the woods."

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