sitting on the shitter

watching a cat play with a bottle cap
door wide open
sun coming up
another day of nothing
cold newspaper
coffee getting warm
there's something out there on the highway
& I want nothing to do with it
Lord grant me the serenity not to blow this whole fucking town into the sea
a good blow job first thing in the morning
scrambled eggs & bacon on a toasted bagel
somewhere paradise is a concept unarticulated
somehow the Fall of Man has found me here
sometimes I get the notion
gonna test my old religion on the promise of its orthodoxy
gonna pluck the virgin of her wings and break the clouds
until it rains
meantime I sit in the back pew fantasizing, masturbating
over the glory of the resurrection
of my inner child
lost in picture books of the saints behind
so much glass in the little crying room

to say that faith begins where reason ends
implies one must begin first with reason
to as far an extent as possible before giving way to faith
rather than the other way around
blindly letting faith dictate reason
like a man lost in a foreign city
with only a map of his homeland to guide him

©2008 Tommy Baas/Milwaukee