Tiny Sacrament
By craig2
Bandannaed nuances drain cornucopia while tender priestly hands panic – a death caress of charity brings the confessor to curdled days. Eucharistically plunging his sword into muddled steaming brains the rapier of the Reaper’s grin brings the matador to his knees. Falling off his stagnant stool, face down in beer slime and cigarettes, the bureaucrat has done his duty Saturday night is a sober week away. As the wafer so occidentally presented captures my palsied tongue’ I hear the midget in the circus parade who paused and beckoned me to listen, “Rituals like this are for those who with dry eyes don’t realize that the altar of holy night offers the communion of the stars”. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 10:56 PM PST 0 • 13
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