rose bud living still with the fish

words , from 3 13 25 | scratch 290

rose bud living still with the fish

(290)

by mike barth

(still life with fish , by georges braques)

rose bud living still with the fish 
(290)

get in the car we’re going to church
    but you never step foot in the door
at least i try , i get as close as i can
    i dont want to go in alone
too bad , go in , you need it
    but what about you , dont you need it ?
not this morning , not ever - i got some place to be

    HE was not allowed inside the sacred cathedral
    where we sang about the child christ
    weeping for heavenly gate keys
		
on the way home i took the bridge route
to leons house
where the rose buds 
writhed between the iron rails

i approached the front door
saw leons mom on the phone
through the stained glass
with rose bud tear ducts

they found HIM in the parking lot
outside of sir james
inside the river smokescreen 
bottles in his lap

    a still life with the fish
    just as HE would have wanted

she brought me the washcloth green
because the colour was pure 
dyed appropriately
in the way we see it 

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( scratch ,  from 3 13 25 )

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as always

thank you kindly for reading

- mike