9/13/12

Emmisionary

I don't drink every night anyevermore
In the proper sense of belief I have none at all
Still I believe that now I can at least equal
the dead men of my line at early eighty something or so
as they did.

For the medics in Reykjavik or Nome
the first rule of thumb
is 'Not dead until Warm and Dead'
The Frozen Brain does not starve for blood
Some have been restored in full hours after falling through the ice and becoming it.
Children in particular can be salvaged
A small Ultimate Truth buried with Han Solo
Or any number of dimebacks with diminishing returns
Full Hefner Sauna in Trauma one

On Labor Day I discovered a flask abandoned
by a Husker fan for fear of police
By A clean person from West Center Rd
Somewhere between 72nd Street and Gering
who hates deviance and told his son to look out for his sister
When he saw Kevin Running Bear passed out on the Mall
This is what I inferred and what I know

 A furious mob dragged her to the Pretorium before an imperial magistrate. The Christian virgin laughed at the stone and wood gods, and glorified the true God she adored. In loud, eloquent words, she praised Him there in the Pretorium. The pagan judge handed her over to the gladiators to be infamously abused at their pleasure. Marciana remained fearless and serene. For three hours the gladiators were rendered immobile by an unknown terror, and were unable to touch the virgin.


There's an Arabesque wrapping around my new flask
Like Wallpaper from the Seventies that is still very common
in Dive Houses; Dive Hotels, converted Rentals
I remember that Nicole thought I was more skillful with my fingers than with myself
I was dizzy and crooked in the legs
I had the first case of Ethanol heartburn I'd ever had
In return I bought her cheese fries on her request
Then we ignored her bed to deliberately mock the celibate
in the Church across the road

 Mostly I only drink on the weekends anymore /Socially mostly anymore
Though I have a flask now and this compels hard liquor
At Ivan Beran's funeral I learned that Grandfather had a 64
oz good customer cup from Kwik Shop
That into his seventies he would fill it to the top 
with four parts cheap bourbon and two parts seven up.  
I remember he would mostly nap in the afternoons
sometimes be a dick in the mornings
If the kids touched his flat year-old 7-Up he would be enraged

"O Christ, I adore and love Thee. Thou wert with me in the prison and kept me pure. Now Thou dost call me – O my Divine Master – and I go happily to Thee. Receive my soul."
After she spoke these words, a ferocious leopard tore her apart, opening the road of Heaven to her. 


On Saturdays I might sleep to eleven o'clock or one.
Then I have chicken and eggs both together generally.   


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