Sunday, November 02, 2008

Huc Parum Descende, Iulia(Ad Iulia)

A torrent of Angel tears drained day's sins
down gutters.
In robe and sandals I walked sweet as redemption
midst revelers.
Bare grails were promised my beatific kiss,
silken and cool as the winged Arcadian God's 

Ladies! the Judas-like kisses you laughingly gave
were the ass I rode in mock triumph---

Your apostasy stabs like nails.
My heavenly crown floats in the punch bowl.

A camera my Cross as the night closed...

And Julia! Dear Julia!
What of my promise?
Will Angel tears
cleanse my fall?
                            (Knowing ass made
                               a mess of it all.)

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