confessions
check that catholic guilt
at the door, boy
you think a confession
settles a sin into oblivion?
absolves you from the karma
of sedentary life
over-ripe like rotting fruit
thoughts like maggots
feasting on the meat of the mind
check that catholic guilt
at the door, boy
get with the program
construct your skyscrapers
from solid materials
not sugar that melts like cotton candy
on saliva's demand
check that catholic guilt
at the door, boy
fear not what you can do for they
trying to make them do for you
stop the solid jello slide
from slinking down the stairs
and stand upright
check that catholic guilt
at the door, boy
and sit by my side
driving in the fast lane
of realities built from perspiration
from nine to five to seven
The 2River View, 3_1 (Fall 1998)