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Friday, April 5, 2013

Adventures in NaPoWriMo 3/30


Disclaimer: This po-em is nowhere near being finished - the good folks that I count on to help me write (slash live) better are going to the lab with this one. More importantly than that - this po-em may be one of the more offensive pieces i've written recently....probably right up there with the crucifixion joint I put together awhile ago...But...this is what happens when you spend part of your Spring break at a seminary, discussing the theological implications of accepting "the gays" into your church.

And it came to pass that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul
~1 Samuel 18: 1

it has been said
King David
that you were a man after God’s own heart
from shepherd to sovereign as picture of the Christ
your people would one day come to scorn
did you ever stop to wonder
if the heart of God was even attainable
and what did the chasing cost
after filling the kingdom with concubine enough to suit your whim
did the wind still whisper his name?
did it call you up to the roof the night you first saw your Bathsheba
was she the first in years to make it possible to forget
did you see in her skin something like unto salvation
from the thing you could never confess to the priest
was that kind of peace worth killing for
how long did the armistice last

when Jonathan died
did you see in his boy
the child you should have raised together
his broken body a byproduct of your being absent
did you explain yourself to Solomon
the son who saw your share of women
did you tell him that they were the turtledoves you offered at the temple
that you were after the heart of God
that you had found it in a man
that you sacrificed your seven wives for a love you could not have

David
a gentle king
of strength and harp and psalm
was it worth it
to deny the lover of your soul
in pursuit of heart of God

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Adventures in NaPoWriMo 2/30

the day after your husband dies
you are still expected at work
the mail still comes
the sun still shimmers its golden into the sky
with all that sameness
how is the boss to know this day is the worst you've had in years
someone must call her
and your family
and friends
someone has to send for his mother
the only shriek that will parallel your own
and the two of you together must piecemeal a funeral
from scattered conversations and shattered faiths
be put on display
just a few days after the horrible news
and days after that
when the phone stops ringing
and the last card read
you will be expected at work
after all
you are not the one who died here

Monday, April 1, 2013

Adventures in NaPoWriMo 1/30

if you are from hephzibah georgia

and already have poor depth perception

and are trying it apart from your anti anxiety medicine

just a few months after you broke your own heart

you should definitely not try the new jersey turnpike through the bronx

not when five toll lanes are down

not unless you weren't serious about the last promise you made to that lover

the one you don't allow yourself the luxury of thinking about

the one where you swore you would try to stop swearing

at least at strangers

when they are just driving too

you should try to find an alternate route

or stay at home

not travel at all