Religion and a poet
When I was nine years of age I came to see religion
as a fairy tale and as we know the bible is written
by many scribes during a time, some of them were wise.
I like the Old Testament because it is full
of blood and thunder, the New Testament is a construction
a clean-up of the real thing making palatable for the squeamish.
I think the creator of our world as an overarching intelligence
that when the job was done left its way.
The creator is neither good nor bad for it has no interest in
the world besides creating it, so it is entirely up to us
to make the world a liveable place, alas, so far we have failed.
Mankind have dreamt of extending life long after
its natural cycle even if unseen by the pulsing living world,
that is how some transcribers constructed Paradise so
we can exist into the indefinite and beyond.
To be and not to make no sense other than easing
the fearful heart and comfort the transition into death,
at this point my thoughts were interrupted, my wife
came and told me to do the dishes

Father McGowan inveterate [                ], [  ], [         ]
Star Trek fan,                       goes     to the convention
in pointed  rubber ears              & wearing his clerical        collar;
he isn't gay but the                      nerdy girls in skimpy
space-age                               costumes  & body paint,
think it's fun to                       get a rise out
of the respectable              prelate who surprises them
w/ fluent Klingon: the                    hotel room
where he wakes up praying;         the two        
Romulans     from Ohio                                           passed out drunk;               one no more XXXXXX - ***'s [XXXXXX]
than a young          teenager,
                     the other appearing to be      her mother;
Father McGowan blesses them       &             gets off
the floor; he's       fitting on his collar
                 when the Romulan mother
wakes up searching [        ]  for a drink & another round
of heavy petting
                    [today is Sunday]
        he says [do u want the Eucharist?]
     [I've never heard it called that before]        
               she said, going on her knees