Gracie, your "tongue in cheek" chaffing was a thing of pure delight!
Such linguistic pasta, such highly saturated olive oil oozing thick Primavera.
Yum, Yum...Does the pope chew gum?
Does he snap his bubbles in Mass, does he blow soap bubbles out his ass in the papal bubble bath?
Does the wrath of the bishop snip his testicular welling? Does the bellowing of the sacred herd dull the dim-witted pontificating? The waiting? The roaring stomachs of street kids clothed in Trinity Network Tommy Hillfiger slacks...the second coming perhaps?
Meanwhile the track is cleared, the popemobile, engine revving pops a wheelie in second gear, the crowed cheers, the Virgin Mary pops a top on a Strohs beer, the believers jeer, the rest fear....ahhh, Hell in it's finest moment, is it near?
What of this laid wasteland ponderment, what of this tight-skinned eel life of a predatory wonderment, the dust settles to reveal, Jim Morrison presiding over communion, handing out LSD ladden unleavened bread, Joplin and Slick scream "FEED YOUR HEAD".
What of this....the far-fetched scenarios are unleashed. Bankrupt governments plead for World Peace. Twenty-seven and a score ICBM's pointed at Las Vegas, roll doubles and the world embraces the Hero among us, the righteous, the unseemly, the lost little boy whose Sunday afternoon is spent poisoning the neighbor's dog.
Meanwhile a solitary acorn struggles to move a leaf blocking it's search for the sunlight. A new day has begun, one without the "Higher Beings" to decide on a Hierarchy where greed equals wealth, where fear equals power, where gold is fed intraveinously into the addicted arms of material whores whose lurching orgasms of consumerist desires stand above the gods, a phallus, a four-wheel drive with a cellphone, aligator briefcase with digital locks....the apocolyptic, the obscene, the undeniable hatred of life and it's "simple" trappings. |
