"...religions are
beautiful because of the strong possibility that they are founded on nothing.
We would all believe in God if we knew he He existed, but would this be much
fun?..."
-- John Ashbery
Somewhere along the line
something was said
that made
an awful lot of sense.
an utterance so
stable in verb and stance
that my head jerked up
as if on a string
moved about
by a cruel master.
The guy who said
was smiles
for miles his white
teeth could blind.
William had his glass at the tip
of his lip
as though a toast
were to emerge from
his studied gestures,
he repeated
his wisdom,
"Jesus lives in a house on
the moon
and he can't go outside
because there is no air..."
The table spun just then,
three fast fandangos,
and in the swirl
three thousand or so years of
thinking came undone like
badly sewn stitches across
the seams of thin, historical clothing,
every fig leaf has fallen
from our shoulders and
waistline,
Philosophy and faith
are seen finally
for what they are
through the bottom of
William's bar glass,
a little man in a corner
holding a wet paint brush.
No comments:
Post a Comment