Two poems by Kitty Boots
by Mathew Paust
Backslider
Church bells across the creek lure the faithful.
Communion, testimony, baptism, confession.
Some handle serpents.
I accepted doughnuts offered by the priest, but declined the Kool-Aid.
Fervent in belief they trickle from the sanctuary,
Pure, deluded, in pastel polyester and shiny suits,
Making their way to hot cars.
Turn the key, fried chicken awaits.
There are a great many sins in this world, none of them original.
My father kissed the cross before he died.
I drive the back roads.
K.B. 6/18/16
Church bells across the creek lure the faithful.
Communion, testimony, baptism, confession.
Some handle serpents.
I accepted doughnuts offered by the priest, but declined the Kool-Aid.
Fervent in belief they trickle from the sanctuary,
Pure, deluded, in pastel polyester and shiny suits,
Making their way to hot cars.
Turn the key, fried chicken awaits.
There are a great many sins in this world, none of them original.
My father kissed the cross before he died.
I drive the back roads.
K.B. 6/18/16
Wrack Line
To dance along the wrack line, and lay with you amid the stones, round, polished.
You brushed away my desire like clinging sand with your dormant spirit,
and denied the sun I offered you in my hands.
K.B., 4/30/16
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Author's Note
A friend wrote these.
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These swept me up, spun me around and blew me away. *
Wrack line - **
Quite an effective last line, "I drive the back roads." Original voice. *
Great find, Mathew. "denied the sun I offered you in my hands." Yes. *
There are a great many sins in this world, none of them original.
Amen!!*
Pure.
Enjoyed.
I particularly like the first one.
*Kitty Boots is good!
Kitty Boots has just joined, welcome Kitty.