Climb To Bishop
Once upon a goldenless time,
Beyond the bridge to nowhere
Nestled in the old hills
Pointing north to somewhere
An entire family of hippies grew.
From this growth
There produced fourteen children
From three different wives.
Times were good
When they refused to be horrible
And events of a family nature
Filled the nature of this family's lives.
One son in particular
Was particularly smart
A lone philosopher
Who used big words,
Collected from the start
All the way to the line
Where he hesitated to stop
To solve the world's riddles
To answers kept captive by
A straight-jacket of mono-syllables
Minds used to encapsulate them
Placing obstacles to further thought.
It was one average afternoon,
That a stumbling block popped in,
An eager visitor in this kid's head,
One unique question
Never before therein.
It was a car ride moment,
In a twinkling of an eye,
They all turned to one another
Each girl to every guy.
"Daddy, what is God?"
"Is God way up there?"
"Is God really just some Guy?"
It was that car ride moment
When the bright idea emerged
To go full commando Mormon-style
Up Divinity's staircase,
Climbing, tirelessly, Eternity's mile.
With struggling ascent
To the agreed-upon plan,
Smoking cigs and running with Devil,
Was to be no more with this clan.
Care Free
Watch out piggies,
Watch out rats,
Here comes
Purring mechanical cat.
Emerald green and gold Ducati;
Mean,
This two-wheeled Maserati.
Jam the knife
Into ignition;
Me and Pearl on sinful mission.
Turn and gun it fast,
The throttle;
Saddle bags rattle
JD bottles.
My helmet,
Emblazoned lightning bolt;
Hers,
A flaming stallion colt.
Hot pipes
Pump the well-spent fuel;
My neck gets hot breath,
Far from cool,
From set of biker lips,
Arousing me like cat-tail whips.
We Burn across all state lines,
Blurring segmented yellow lines
Into one glowing road ribbon.
We call this our easy livin'.
Cheap Date
Dead-eyed and neglectful
Florence Nightingfail;
She was food bought with a stamp
Not grown from the ground;
Made one too many visits
To the spiked lemonade stand;
Craziest thing with wings
I've ever met
But being tied to a tree
I can't see the forest
And they're all higher
Than the clouds
And just as well-hidden.
My frolic with folly;
An exhibition made
By simply lacking class
Turned my ass
Into a true-believing lapdog;
Earning me my Ph.D.
In celestial bootlicking;
Looking back
And counting the cost,
She was still good in bed.
Church Triumphant
Above our heads are written
Calamities and revolutions
In the stars:
Narrative of an incredible audacity,
The continually renascent fury
Of our enemies.
Mighty souls feel irresolute
In their counsels,
As powerful strain
Wells up from the hearts of us,
The apostles.
In a country
Prey to convulsions
And torn by discord,
A prize is fought over
By unsatiated ambition
And vulgar non-entities.
The spirit of darkness
Throws up its seductions
And wiles in abundance,
But this writhing is vain energy,
Being the docile slave
Of its selfishness
And greed.
For she will cast off her chains
And the mask of her ignominy.
Following the outrages of Golgotha,
She hears resounding around her,
The blessing and hosannas
Of her Deliverance.
