Pastor says as though encouraging
us onto one of those carny rides
that spins faster and faster until
the floor eventually falls away
beneath our feet leaving only
the strictest laws of centrifugal
motion to prevent sure doom.
And I do, I turn in my Bible
so dizzyingly I am still three
Psalms to the wind later as I wobbly-
walk through the narthex slurring,
these men, these men, these men
are not drunk / your old men
shall dream dreams / I will show
wonders in the heavens above
and God knows it all would have been
a more hail-fellow-well-met time were I not
in the company of so many angry drunks
Header photograph © Asher.
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