Poem -

My Church

My Church

Our loose congregation
of gratuitous freaks and sinners
convenes every Thursday Eve
in a condemned tavern
deep in the urban wilderness

Prior to the evening's festivities
the Minister of Quasi Salvation
will creatively conduct
our version of vesper services

These rites will fit nicely
as a spiritual condom
to pre absolve
our scheduled debauchery
and protect we marginal souls
from scary eternal damnation

As an extra layer of pious protection
on Saturday for a slight fee
the man of the tattered cloth
will offer those soiled pilgrims
who went below and beyond
a very special blanket confession
to catch all those slippery transgressions
that may have fallen
between the pre absolution cracks

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sparrowsong

Hello Steve...

Great pic of your friends!

Is that a recent Party?

​​​​​Weekly Get Together...

That's nice...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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