7.14.2008

...and not necessarily to town.

Their eyes may have been on God
but somewhere along the line
they fell short. When it comes to falling
Icarus had the best track record--
"once and for all," like some say that carpenter did
the Jew who did magic tricks and rolled twelve deep
but this one ain't about Him.
Smearing off the last of the glued feathers
they saw the Do Not Resuscitate order
tattooed to his wrists and his friends obliged
by not. If you ask me it's more about respect
than anything else, but you didn't ask me
and neither did they. Boy are we glad they weren't
"like whatever, man." It had to happen then
some years back, and we had to cross paths
the other night at that intersection since it'd go down
eventually, but I'm glad it happened
and I'm glad it happened with Mother Mary
in the passenger seat, disregarding the general
"copilots be damned" rule.
Our cup overfloweth.
Amen.



Currently reading:
"A Coney Island of the Mind" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

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