Seth and I
sit on the roof's ledge
sharing a little Tequila
He's a 6'5",ex-skinhead
with a weak heart
who's recently seen the light.
He's reading Nietzsche & Joseph Mc Cabe
and the topic,tonight
is 'God's weaknesses'
-'Well,for one thing,He's well aware of necrophealia.'-
(he bursts out,half choking in a long/stiff slug from the square bottle)
I almost fall over
(thinking he's right.Afterall if we are made in His image- what we know,He knows!)
snatching the brew from his furry paws
-'No man, really!If you consider the whole creation of mankind...the clay,the spit....'created in His image'....,you know?'-
Seth knows I'm not
gonna say anything to interrupt his line of thought;he knows I'm with him on this and love to hear him talk(the scratchy baritone & shrill laughter,beady eyes,flinched in fun)
from Northsea dunes,
another night of inebriated truth
time spent soulgazing
sharing the moment with a friend
-'Look..I don't think this God is very 'forgiving' '-
-'No,of course not,Seth.Is this 'God thing' ever coming to an end,at anytime soon?'-
-' Mc Cabe says......'-
-'Mc Cabe had a beef with the Church,Seth......God is all a different matter.'-
-'No,hehehehe......mr Poet, The Church & their God are indivisible.You can't have one without the other.'-
-'Exactly!Their God.The one they created to oppress millions of ignorant poor simple bastards,over the centuries'-
I explode with poncho & maracas in hand,not spilling one single drop.
-'That's not very nice,Ric.I mean,you make of every believer a whimp'-
-'I believe the words were 'ignorant bastards'...'-
-'Well yes......but you can't judge people's intellect by their religion & beliefs!'-
-'Seth,you used to castrate people,because they didn't shave their heads.......!Please,uh?'-
He blushes in darkness
by lighting his perpetual cigar(one of the little vices he just can't shake)
Kamikaze moths search salvation around the flames of guilt he's been building since his recent 'retirement'
-'I know.I have done terrible,horrible things,I don't deny it.I've been......a criminal.'-
-'Seth,you ARE a criminal!You just never got caught!'-
He reposesses the 'quila',searching for verbal strenght in the hope of putting up a fierce resistence
He knows that I know of his violence.I just want to push him to push me,just to prove him he's wrong.And all of this new found enlightment is nothing more than a 'fata morgana', a mirage.
You just can't get away from your nature.
And he ,certainly can't.
Yes,my mission,tonight is:'Proving Seth,we're a violent species.....and that's that!'
-'Listen,I'm trying to be quite reasonable here,man.It's not that I have forgotten about what I've done,allright?
But people can change!I needed to be pointed in the right direction.'-
-'Seth,what are you saying?You read philosophers & top notch atheists,whose goal in life is beating down on religion,and then talk about forgiveness and hope?'-
-'No,no...wait one goddamn minute,here.'-
-'Don't swear,Seth...He doesn't like it!'-
-'SHUT UP, you fucking dago!'-
-'You maimed,mangled,hell even tortured dozens of people(which didn't even deserved it..but that's another story), you robbed banks,drug-dealers and have been a drug-store cowboy(which did actually deserved it..but that's another story,entirely)
You've been in and out of jail since you was 15 and now support other people's dreams,whose principle in life has been, attacking and destroying(allegedly)the one source of forgiveness you've been chasing after.'-
-'I never said I did believe in God!'-
-'I never said I believed in God.I said that he must have known about necrophealia.'-
-'Necrophealia?What are you ,a ghoul? Christ! What makes you think that?'-
-'Holy shit on a cross-shaped fan! Haven't you paid any attention,at all?'-
Cobalt luminosity from neon light modernity
-'Uff....He must know about THAT,because we know about it.Yes I heard you,you bolbous creature( I sound like a Blackadder character),so WHAT??'-
-'So what? So....you have been twisting my words around all night.'-
-'All night........ we've been out here for one hour, what the fu.....'-
-'Anyways,you're right.I can't forget I've been such a.....fucking shit-head'-
-'I was trying to make you see that, we are all wrong. Mankind just doesn't make sense.'-
-'I, at one point, knew you were shooting for that.But I gotta tell ya.I would have pushed you if I hadn't seen right thru you.'-
-'You would have only proven my point,big guy.'-
-'Yes,maybe,but you'd be nothing more than a street-sweeper's nightmare,if I had gone ahead.'-
Boiled cabbage aroma
finds its way to the roof and to our nosestrils
I finish the bottle & pass it
to Seth.He looks at it,smiles and hauls it into the night.He winks then he shrugs,giving me much more satisfaction.And I crawl onto the roof with a grunt saying..:'Seth,these moments together, bring tears to my eyes(and he doesn't know how to take this),I wouldn't miss this for the world'-
-'Flattery won't get you anywhere,dude.'-
(his bulk shakes the building and even the night starts to smell bad)
-'Oh,but it has,it has.'-
4 floors down to my place
where his kids will drive me up the walls
and the wives will be still sharing
the juiciest of gossips.
Another long, long night.
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|Reviewed by Debra Conklin
|You really get to know a person after a few shots of tequila.
|Reviewed by Susan Sparks
|I think it's fitting that I read this on Easter, which I don't celebrate. Thank God (or whoever) for freedom of religion (or lack thereof.) I guess we have freedom of religion anyway. I've had more than my share of people, some friends, try to impose theirs on me. I'm not an atheist, but I despise organized religion and its' many rules. I like your point-of-view, by the way. God must have some weaknesses, or He wouldn't have made US. Maybe He's really made in OUR image. (Hope I don't get struck by lightning anytime soon, or get burned at the stake either--hey what can I say?--I think God has a sense-of-humor. He's probably laughing his ass off right now at the huge mess we've made of things.)|
|Reviewed by anne cunningham
|"even the night starts to smell bad," many good passages in here, such as this. descriptive throughout, palpable. well-captured.|
|Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
what a trio
felt like i was there