The Confessional

The church pew perspiring with palms

not far from bursting hearts 

spreading their red mercury cream outward.

The dark lacey curtain split a sliver so deep in hope,

it was just enough to avoid my voice's mouth

cracking and hobbling through misdemeanours adjudged minor

Oh, all those sins acknowledged by the priest

who while uttering my penance ~ from some new darkness ~

showed himself professionally deficit with breathy ineloquence

The 18:50 queue, a smoke for all afterwards;

'Himself' gave us a loan of some pipes! 

Imagine if the wilier brothers knew -

there'd be war; 

Nothing a curtain could deflect

Nothing I couldn't retell, 

Nothing I would blunder through

in a well of tears damned for years

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

This is well written, but being raised Southern Baptist it makes little sense to me :).