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Missa
"Here's to pretty girls with filthy thighs!"
So the time-honored toast goes; another festering monument
to the God of Ignorance upon his writhing throne.
I smile and drink and try to lie
attempt to pretend that I can simply laugh instead of cry,
but behind that smile there's no misunderstanding
of the results that mind-set implies.
And then there are eyes shouting blue nuances from a corner,
deep wells of liquid Band-Aid summoning me
to worship yet again at the altar of Hedone.
The usual small talk, no realization as yet
of who it really is speaking about flowers
and reaching casually for my ******, stricken hand.
She has no name, but she has a face
like carven ivory, she has no past but a tiny diary
which peaks out of her leather purse like a toddler.
She is in my closet of a room now, no pretenses
and all passion, arms around me as if there really
is no tomorrow, and I am all she has left to love.
Out of nowhere, holding my face in both hands and leaning close,
staring me down she whispers "Follow the music."
Symbolum
I found him in a bar I'd never been to,
and I wasn't looking for him, or anybody else that night.
Something about the way he grimaced
when his friend shouted a bunch of crap,
endeared me to him then and there I think.
I've met and slept with so many that I
can tell about things, I can read people too easily,
and he was haunted, like me.
I don't think he knew for sure exactly what I was,
but I have no doubt he guessed,
as he easily stated no other women were
as bold as I am.
Set to Johann Sebastian Bach's Mass in B minor. Widely considered the culmination of Bach's life and works, his last Mass is truly is a thing of beauty and wonder. I don't pretend to mimic the great man, but this particular form appealed to me for this piece, which I've wanted to write for a while but had no frame to place it in. Also, this is not based off of complete fiction for those of you who may feel inclined to think so. I have met and been friends with more than one *** worker in my life, two of whom I've known since high school. However, I do not claim to know the individual whose tumblr I've tagged.