Are you holy
way in the back
in the very colourful, stained
palm of the church
a bomb will go off
and the center moves toward
an invisible loft
as choirs of opal angels
kiss the mahogany ground
with white satin and iris petals
the congregation sighs
at the loud bang of christ
so they see some new god
the one of you and me,
what drinks cherry coloured wine
and smokes flavoured cigars,
what casts not at a mass of
tired and worn out
<who groan ordinary-ordinary>
but enlightens them as children
would be, for you see
I learned to play the violin
and my singsong is very pale--
ivory-steamed like an aria thats been
baked in a sauna...take a grand eye;
a look of pain towards your narrator's
curved hand where i keep
baby's breath and its fine new seeds
Take a needle and thread and tie
your soul in the eulogy's wake,
it will be mine they read...
and ill be smiling in the back, listening,
not being there but lying face-up on a silver
field somewhere else...By the by you forget
your umbrella and the dew strings like pearls
in your tangled gilt hair
and people will somewhat shriek, not knowing
what this presence is, they will waver and
fade into the bleeding stained windowpanes
tears in their mouths and soft, searching hands
I say
keep bursting, impeccable gift!
Keep breathing soft because the air gets
Stiff
soon
And nightlike
When you get your halo and
meet me by the marble doors,
whatever we may be at the time...
i'm made of harp wire and too bent to be
Beautiful, but you--
You lonesome stare like a nightingale
It breaks my heart to see
But there must be a crack in those windows, love
Once you get through and perch on the belltower
And wish for me
I am the feathered dust that settles as the mass
Closed its doors
Stuck in the bang, the newness, the only
I feel holy and i know what it is
It is being alone when you need something the most
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Submission Name: Are you holy
