Sunday Scribbling #133: "My Style"

They actually had to ask?

[as if desert was your last ending]

father wolf in the basement of the circle school

sucking on communion wine

wheeze of subterranean a/c

running fountain of toilets overhead

votive legions

he’s a papal fandango

papal bull

charlton heston without his pistols

he’s still a major motion picture

not your average bear

not your average Budweiser

earl abel’s éclair in krispy kreme disguise

father wolf in the basement of the circle school

ypsalanti michigan by way of jersey

victoria texas was definitely not in his visualizations of

the fall of rome

much less the basement of the circle school

but mary’s been his steady since 1938

upper peninsular sequined mary

he used to glue her face inside grape nehi bottle caps

long before folk art was capitalized

long before the advent of surface design

in the last daze what avatars of foot cheese

will spoil our fun?

not father wolf in the basement of the circle school

zz top beard spread across his luciano pavarotti chest

his gold tooth displayed

versace in papal black

he’s hot for lucinda williams or

at least mary chapin carpenter’s version of the same

passionate kisses on the stoop at our lady of perpetual help

before they kicked him out

nuns scandalized by his holy flame

sisters of mercy without an ounce of the latter

father wolf in the basement of the circle school

sez:

buck

hand me a slitz

buck the altar boy turned chauffeur valet

buck with his fine stash of Eurodollars

the envy of GPS

master carpenter master of disguise

jerusalem artichoke of worry

he sez:

you’ve been out of slitz for a week

which worries the good father in the basement of the circle school

slitz is the moral fiber a body needs

when you’re gluing cotton balls to your bald spot

when the elmer’s glue is running out

when st. jude’s your drinking buddy

and even the little flower’s patience is running thin.

gloom – feral gloom – invades the dark sanctuary of

the circle.

nusrat, good buck

sez father wolfgang amadeus jones

in the basement of the circle school

parochial bane of sorrows, poor clares, prompt succors

good buck fires up the lincoln continental

nusrat rumble on the box

nusrat fateh ali khan on the verve label

barry white of the pakistani set

you see the father in the basement of the circle school’s got a date with

dark mary over on beethoven avenue

two sword scars on her right cheek

from a street fight on rigsby avenue

on the ride over,

wolf sez:

can the nusrat, buck

gimme a sermon from 1959

from before the bald spot

opulent waves of papal fur

the envy of the entire coastal archdiocese

buck slips in a burned cd from the wolfman’s archive

155 of his own sermons downloaded from napster

this darkened pair cruising south new braunfels avenue

tortoises of autumn libido

progenitors of visionary bliss

aqualungs of vital despair

anarchists of the five and dime

cheesebearers of the ultimate queso

supplicants of vivid mescal

top down, buck

sez the good frere

as the first hail hits the vinyl top

calm the waters, buck

sez the good frere

as soggy cotton balls fall from his crown

as last temptation smiles down

as amethyst invades his memory

as the black madonna drowns his sorrow-ridden kiss.