Monday, February 10, 2014

Jesus, Willie Nelson, And Me

Near a structure
of stricture
constructed
of scripture
I bury my toes in the grass

and consume
the perfume
of the righteous
but doomed
as they slowly shuffle past

through the glass jowls
and straight to the bowels
of Sunday's see and be seen

where pressed in their pews
they'll wonder who let us in -
Jesus, Willie Nelson, and me.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

18 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Let them try to keep Shotgun Willie out, I say. Great cadence here, MZ, and the tongue in cheek wit is delightful, and all too true; as the old saying goes, I would be nervous as a working girl myself in that pew.

Kathryn said...

Love that first stanza and the rhythm to this piece.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the rhymes and wordplay here - just excellent. And what a great progression from first to last stanza!

Grandmother (Mary) said...

I like your triune deity.

Sylvia K said...

Another great one for the day, MZ!! Terrific wordplay indeed!

Susan said...

HaHa! Commentary on the parade, and in good company, too! As long as you three (and I) are among the uninvited all is not lost. I love how this plays like a nursery rhyme.

Laura said...

playful commentary for those who actually show up to see and be seen.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love it, MZ. "Sunday's see and be seen."

Kim Nelson said...

Absolutely fabulous! You manage to share serious commentary with ideal meter, rhyme and flair.

Jim said...

I love it, Mom Z. ~~ Especially the lines,
"Sunday's see and be seen
where pressed in their pews
they'll wonder who let us in - ."

It reminded me of a Sunday we visited a little church in an abandoned cafeteria outside of Montreal. I couldn't keep my eyes off a young lady, with escort, sitting in front of me a couple of rows.

She had a sleeveless blouse which show an entire right arm covered with tattoo(s). There was one other fairly large one on her left arm.

"Is she welcome here?" was the question in my mind. Next was, "Would she be welcome in my church back home (75 miles from Willie N's hangout?")

After church it was very plain that she "belonged".
..

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Damn, Mama, you nailed this one. As wife of pastor, I absolutely hear you. We had a homeless man come in and someone complained that the hallway smelled like urine. I told her that Jesus was kind of ripe that day. I mean, what does it say when the Righteous all leave worship and am the only one who will take the guy down the hallway and serve him coffee and donuts? Not tooting my horn, just saying. Your poem is not only rhythmically gorgeous, you speak the truth and all I can say is AMEN! Amy

Lorraine Renaud said...

I never think you can outdo yourself yet you do it every time, wow Mama Zen wow

Marion said...

I love you and Willie. I drove Mama (who has never driven) in a raging storm to Biloxi, MS to see Willie Nelson live at a casino there a few years back. She was in heaven. He was stoned on his ass and sang all of her favorite songs ("Angel Flyin' Too Close to the Ground" had us both crying...) It stormed all the way home, too. Mama was a nervous wreck, but happy. Keep on truckin', MZ. xo

grapeling said...

this rolls, rocks, and otherwise rules, MZ ~

Fireblossom said...

Waylon let 'em in. ;-)

Lorraine Renaud said...

I can't get these words '
Near a structure
of stricture
constructed
of scripture'

I was watching a scene from dexter, with religious overtone, and that popped into my mind, Near a structure,
of stricture
constructed of scripture" imagine that

razzamadazzle said...

I do love the lyrical quality. Made me smile.

gila_mon said...

Yes! And I think Fireblossom got the right answer.