If by chance
or fate,
you leave for church
a few hours too soon
and the moon, drunks and ******
on the guilty path home,
see you walking by
in your solemn sunday suit
and your king james
with the black cover
and white cross,
and your holy attitude

and they hurl obscenities:
f-bombs, middle fingers,
daggers of disdain

flooding the street with
loathing

and you turn
the other cheek

and preach:
"I was there too....mere weeks ago...
let it go...let your light shine!"

and only the moon does...

~ P
(7/21/2013)