memory wins

drastic coinage,remembering

hearing a mass performed on the

radio,an aspirin rolls out of

my hands,

liturgical singing,

melody in vestments,

imagine i'm punching

clocks all day,near the end,

i'm just an

impatient motherfucker,

happy without pay,then a

new one punches in,

sits in a chair and

let's a vine with

scripture leaves

grow off his tongue,

understand this,

it ain't me,

nor am i channeling a

holy one,the

boyz just lucked out that

their mama

loves them so,and

i'm really just a 

reader,like 

monastic dinner tables,

don't think i don't

shove random angelic moments

right into pockets,

i do,where there's

suddenly

much clarity,

much unity,

much smiling,ruined smiles or not,

i definitely

archive all of that

goodness,because it

cancels out all of my

selfishness,