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Saturday
Morning
I wake
up with that buzzard perched and grinning at my feet
The cheerful morning
sounds the imposition of a day
Upon oblivion
I'd found at last in final sleeping moments
Saturdays are
marvelous, but start out like the others
With margins that
are smaller than the weekdays
When I rise so
early.
The image
that so well indicts, though I can't tell you why
Is from a trip
I took with mom to check out houses we might buy
A fantasy, to
tell the truth, for her as much as me
Down Grauwyler
Road to newer streets, an open house
Where I explored
the upper room and looked down from a window
Into a family
den with color TV and shag carpet
And no books that
held the frowning faces and the curse
Of old men with
whom I grew familiar
In the home I
lived in down the road and years away
Where every mossy
step I took was steeped in bleak tradition
Of the ages' dusty
codices I love now, though I couldn't then
The trappings
of a thousand years spent seeking some redemption.
Next
door to that brick domicile I dreamed in on a sunny morning
Clear like this
one of the weight that burdens all my movements
A dog returned
my gaze in canine pity and compassion
He heard the noise
like all dogs do
He saw the world's
sin just as clear
In neon blinking,
(Who could miss it?)
Wished me well,
then I was gone.
Returning to the
life I'd chosen
Suburban Jesus
on whose back
The stripes were
self-inflicted
The Whining Servant
gratifying every impulse
Willfully to grab
the Cup of Sorrows
Knowing that destruction
followed if I played the part
Of necessary knowing
and rejecting what has gone before
No Pharisees or
Romans, all the roles are played by me
Self-scourged,
crowned, hanging pitiful upon a tree.
I roll
the dice and laugh and pass the vinegar and drink
And cry out to
my dad my mother at my feet
In tears and rage,
because she sees no symmetry
Or sense to my
life's mission.
In any
case I must get up and make the coffee
Meditate and feel
my breathing
Write a bit and
help my lover
Study for his
final.
He only
vaguely senses all the drama
I create.
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