the churchs symmetry was offputting as a child it frightened him his parents as he walked between them
hand-in-hand were confused when they recognised as they passed the church that he closed his
eyes
it wasnt his church their church but then there wasnt a church that was his
as soon as he could refuse his parents entreaty he
quit attending
it was not an attractive time in
his memory of family
The First Reformed Church
a
meter-tall manicured hedge ran around its property a scrubbedclean white concrete public sidewalk
ran before it
a dark-red brick coagulated blood
walk lead all the way up from the street crossed the hellstrip the Church preferred parkway he didnt then it ran between the hedges entering the
manicured green property unerringly straight it ran up to a two-step flagstone rise to
the portico and the doubledoored entry artfully centered between columns
in his teens on two consecutive
Halloweens he had himself lashed between them first as Sampson the next year as Odysseus listening to
the Sirens sweetly singing
he was not appreciated
then maybe the founders shouldnt have
had erected such cool fucking pillars
he didnt appreciate the strict
white clapboard structure tall and narrow a spire topped offcrowned by a tall
belltower pointing to heaven
or as he told
the priest a bird flipping off
nonbelievers
it had an elegant symmetry mirror-imagined two halves unfolded
Informing unity. Balance.
No padre strictness The churchs structure forces enforces hierarchy authority dogma
All which are a waste of time to me
Ordnance Weaponry Love Gawd or else
I like wild things
I like natural things
Church is unnatural
I’m sorry you feel that way, my son. I
will pray fo . .
. . Dontdont dont waste your time Save your prayers for
those who buy into what youre selling
he disliked symmetry since he was
a boy
toss him chaos
he had good hands
1746, Sunday,
21 7. 17
1333, Thursday,
25 7. 19
Buddy Guy/Jimi Hendrix Jam Session
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq3rWLySRf8
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