Monday, January 14, 2019
Couple
-She has a reputation for sweetness.
-Deserved?
-Now and again.
-When not?
-Lady Macbeth!
-That tough?
-Add fists.
-How terrible!
-Oh I don’t know. She gives
as well as she gets.
-I don’t believe that, Coward!
You’re certainly stronger,
-But it’s all a kind of Catholic
Mutual Aid Society. I’m Head Priest,
she’s Head Nun. So, worry not.
-Uh huh? And who gets you under
control, Father?
-The Bishop! Her brother. He’s not
much in the pulpit, but practicing
his active brand of the Faith?
-I can remember your face marked
up once or twice.
-Never removes his ring!
-Well it’s all of it goddamn sick!
-Heal thyself!
-Gladly, since nobody gets smacked around.
-Many varieties of Truth.
-None bloody!
-I usually just begin agreeing with
Saints like you, and they eventually
depart with thumb up righteous ass!
-Won’t wave goodbye, then.
Labels: Bishop, Catholic, Lady Macbeth, nun, priest, religion, violent couple
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
The Defiant One
Her mother and he agreed. Extraction
of the cell phone for a week.
She cried. At the actual imposition, and
continuously during the sentence.
She got it back, and he, somewhat guilty,
agreed to take her and two girlfriends
to see The Bell Bottoms, a throwback
trio of acne-scarred guitarists and “singers.”
An explosion of light and smoke and noise
like car crashes. With girls like his daughter
screaming.
The trio he brought remained enraptured
for two weeks! Such a mooniness is
devoutly to be wished.
If only for its quiet.
Which lasted a while longer. Breathing space.
Then a mid morning call from the principal.
When he arrived, present with her and the two
other girls, Detective Sergeant Del Destry.
Who had stopped them sneaking from the
school, intent on joining the boy band for
its upstate tour.
The musicians knew nothing of the plan...
or so they said.
The Principal wanted them immediately back
in class, and would drive them home after,
conferring with each set of parents thereby.
Mr Ohner, the shop teacher, volunteered to stay
in the car with the ones or one remaining. Until
the final stop.
A well-organized plan to help shatter parents.
The detective ultimately walked him out.
The high school was at the foot of a long,
uphill avenue.
“What do you see when you look up there?”
“Busy street. Cars.”
“I see a parade of psychologists and social workers.”
“And an end result of...misery?”
“Why not try Sister Veronica?”
The retired nun ran a soup kitchen at St Luke’s.
His Cindy there? mused he. No way!
Way. She became indispensable.
Persuaded him and his wife to help out at the
Christmas Dinner.
He toasted Sister Veronica after, with cranberry juice.
“We owe you!”
“You owe God.” Didn’t disagree.
Labels: beleaguered parents, boy band, cell phone, defiance, father, girls, Mother, nun, parents, problem girls, soup kitchen, teen behavior
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Religious Rule
Nuns ascend, paired,
the long escalator
of the Sheraton Center
in Philadelphia.
Descending,
me,
alone.
Look back
to confirm.
Nuns nearer, by God,
to me inclined
to snap heads my way
and stare. And stare
so each flanking nun
gazes up to heaven
and the convention level.
What if it never ends?
Labels: convention, nun, Philadelphia, religion
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Religious Music
The nun hides Mozart
crush. Mother being
pure Bebop, Dizzy
on a flash drive. Prayer-
ful works seem un-jived,
but one never knows.
Labels: . Prayer, Bebop, Mozart, nun, Religious Music
