To Church

Semblant choristers sipping

café cups, bleached plastic beakers,

pestle passed for peals.

Puckered wayward childhood

;

slouching. A shift of November

sky sweeps calendrical, greets me

inappropriate, bangled, pierced

wide eyed and dishonest

;

of breath, of taste, of velvet,

my patient opiate love

sung through every medium,

silence shuffling preparation:

;

Peace be strong enough

When lone love is rough.

;

11th November 2012

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