Sobriety in Anger.

As I sat on the back pew, In deep thought of your processional liturgy, Your menial flock clapping to the sooth of your echoes, It’s my feet that beguiled me to draw near. Your beliefs countervail not my wits, My wits abuzz and fecund. This nadir I’ve hit tramples on my oeuvres and exploits, As… Continue reading Sobriety in Anger.