When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom

Wednesday

himno #13




















Lovely,
sanguine,
grand warrior
in the Holy Kingdom

-- O --

then the T-Bird honked,
ripped curtains,
shook pillars --

the Spirit fled.

Jezee’s luscious ass rippled
as she flew from Raven’s Nest and,
from the heart,
busted out gangster rap.

O

she was gorgeous in freedom.

The couple muttered,
“Sorry, it’s just that your sticker said ...”

Jezee,
in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot,
angel
less,
without comfort,
removed the cornerstone

-- the temple crumbled.

Waited 3 days for it to rise,
but it didn’t.
Lost dogs swallowed her up.
Left nothing but skin.

(This started the to and fro of Dali’s clock.
The swing to an empty tomb.)

I suppose

the garage was as good a place as any.
Bob Dylan singing in the background,
garden at the doorstep.

(Man,
she loved lilac.
Though she always complained,
“It reminds me of death.”)

So
there she swung
in the smell of it.

Bishop
back from Cajones, Mexico,
a village buried in the mountains
about 100 miles from Ft. Hancock, Texas.
Offered cookies and juice to Mestizos.
Tried to convince them the one true God is
blond
blue eyed
European.
They
always nodded,
“Si, por favor.
Una galleta y jugo.”
Yes,
one more cookie
please.
Sweet juice
please.
Free t-shirt with American Hippie God on it
please.
I’ll praise him
please.

Bishop
back from mission's work
-- agape love.
Bob Dylan wailing
-- agape love.
Garden in bloom
-- agape love.
Jezee in full swing
-- agape love
Death arching
-- agape love.

(All that’s left is tearing out your hair,
ripping off your clothes,
gnashing your teeth,
and weeping.)

O

but the Son,

the Son cradles the world
while chronic shadows bloom.
From head to toe they bloom.
And Jezee rocks,
to and fro
she rocks.

And

Bishop,

the only absolutes
are shadows multiplying 7 x 7
and Jezee rocking an empty tomb

-- O --

yeah

and sweet scent
from a lilac bush.

6 comments:

  1. Esteban,

    this is so full of life. the mix of history and culture, the religious and profane. right up my alley. saints and sinners.

    Billy

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  2. thanks billy
    by the way
    i write to your playlist
    man o man
    you have some fantatic shit on there
    but
    i tried signing on
    & hell
    it wouldn't let me
    can u help a brother out

    later

    power to the poet
    esteban

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  3. Cathy2:56 AM

    look what i found!
    your words shine and i followed them
    inspired poems!
    Cathy

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  4. cathy
    mi amiga
    i'm glad u found my blog
    ur words
    always mean so much
    & ur poems
    well u know how i feel

    hope alls well in nuevo mexico
    & i'm telling u
    sooner or later
    i'm moving to santa fe

    peace

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  5. Este

    sooner or later, i intend to see you there!!! :)

    Cathy

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  6. timeless sentiments..

    share 1 to 3 poems now and get the best possible feedback.

    you rock.
    Glad to meet.

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