Cathedral of The Madeline
Salt Lake City , UT
Empty church-
Except for a
Homeless man
Slouched, passed out
In a pew.
I stare at the crucifix-
Jesus too, slouching on his
Cross from the weight
Of so many prayers.
Jesus with all his
Baggage
Leaving
On a trip.
Maybe
To some deserted island
Without telephones,
Or some quiet corner
Of Mount Olympus
Where retired Zeus
Sleeps his days away
Under the swaying
Boughs of a cypress tree.
Understanding,
I walk to the mural
Of Our Lady of Guadalupe
Kneel before her
And pray
Pray the wounded prayer
Of an unbeliever.
The church is silent
Except for the muted
Tapping of tears falling
On the blue thread bare
Velvet of the altar.
I look down expecting
To see roses
But only small deficient
Circles looking like little
Broken hearts.
Adam and Eve and The Apple
Adam is walking the garden
While Eve is admiring the
Tree Of the Knowledge
Of Good and Evil
She bends over naked
to pick up the fruit
Fallen to the ground.
Adam notices the round
Apple of her ass. Is
Filled with a heat
He has not yet named.
At that moment, he names
The fig. He walks up to her and
Puts his finger inside
Her. She moans but
There is no word for
Moan yet. Eve takes
The fruit and puts it
To her mouth
The wet red juice of the fruit
Covers her lips, it is sweet
And hot and makes her
Lips swell. At that moment
Adam creates the word, Desire.
And partakes.
He enters her and Eve
Is open. They move
Like the waters of Eden
Surge, a word Adam has
Created. “I surge with you.”
Eve moans.
And the voice of the lord
Is walking in the garden
And Adam and Eve
Hide.
Hide behind a hedge
Of Roses
The voice of God calls
Out and Adam sitting
Behind a Rose bush
Of thorns and buds
Thinks up a new word
And says to Eve,
“We’re caught.”
The End of Days
Jesus, Mohammed and Juno
Are sitting in a diner when —
(No, these are not
The first lines
Of joke.)
One more time…………….
Jesus, Mohammed and Juno
Are sitting in a dark
Smokey diner on Hollywood
And Vine before
All the non- smoking
Laws were passed.
Juno is chain smoking
To stay awake. He
Can’t remember what
They are talking about,
The waters of Lethe
Still ringing in his ears.
“Stay with me, Juno,”
says Mohammed “Yea” says
Jesus.
“What are we going to do
about this?” Juno has
fallen asleep in his
Soup De Jour. “ Jesus
Christ! Juno, no wonder
The Greek gods were
Sent to pasture. Sorry
Jesus no offense.” “None
Taken.”
The tired waitress refills
Their coffee and they
Bless the Aztec gods.
Juno fumbles to light
Another cigarette as
they plan the coming
All Out Clearance Sale of Planet Earth
“ Everything Must Go”
They pour over maps
Spread out over the starry sky
Of a Formica table
Making lists
Like Nazi’s in
Pre War Germany
A Traveling Salesman That Hates Black Soft Top Jeep Wranglers
I hate all black soft
Top jeep wranglers.
Whether I am in
North Carolina
Florida
California
Texas
Georgia
Or North Carolina
Or Washington
Idaho
Montana
West Virginia
And Tennessee
I hate all black
Jeep Wranglers
Equally. Even
The one’s on TV
Or a brief drive
By in a movie.
Standing on
A dirt frontage
Road a thousand
Miles away,
Minding my own
Business – filled
With thoughts of
The day
A black soft top
Jeep wrangler drives
By and in an instant
I am with you
Driving down I 15
On our way to Maui
On our way to the end.
hey chris...
the presidents of performance poetry is calling for you!
come out & lay the poetry down
ciao ...monson
Posted by: monson | February 13, 2007 at 11:25 PM