In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, and: Memo to Bobby: Click

In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

His shadow casts a shadow in the darkest of shadows. OurFather, who art where Thou art. Voodooswill in a village of four. Yea,though I walk through the Valley of Death.His eyes, backfired bullet holes, OHoly of Holies. And his nose knows alwayswho, what & from whence you comefor He knows if you've been sleeping— Saucer-eyed,He knows if you're awake, urea-lipped, Prayto St. Mary (your little stooge)or to Uncle Gunnysack (a laudablenegroid) whose soul is yet to be secured—Heknows if you've been bad or good— so, now it is timefor you to roll the dice& baby needs a new pair of shoes, sobe good for goodness sake. Father, I heedyour admonition—your gentle guidance—heavyas a meat axe— and vow to play itas dumb as you want—forever, & ever& ever.

Memo to Bobby: Click

Note the azimuth you have recognizedtoo many times for your own good—evenif, not always, on its own terms. And the earth—your drowning pool. You've been holding your breathyour whole (so-called) life long. Follow upon those voices of archangels calling for you.Note secondly, two minor detailswhich have gone awry: you are all aloneand your children loathe you, bone deep.You've been beaten by the odds.And yet, you are guaranteedby The Constitutionof The United States of Americathe right to bear arms—but not the rightto bear the unbearable. Click. Click,Click.Try harder Harder. A spoonfulof powdermakes the medicine go down.
(To be Continued.)