TRUE RELIGION

(entry for the Poetry Tournament - based on this video - refer to prior posting - PREACH)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWubhw8SoBE



(i)PREACH~REDUX
true sycophants know
their rock gods and their worship
anthems not needed

(ii)TRUE RELIGION

A hell of a video party,
Mad Ian pied-piping the mass,
No way to slow this down.
Loser’s anthem sung to the lost
(Cheap seats aren’t really cheap)

Scrawling joyous reverence,
A party member, but not.
Electric-screened, ear-budded
Two-dollar coffee-stained,
Smart-phone reality

Raising my techno-cocoon eyes,
Found Aqualung, the true priest
Surveying, not me, but my spot
Weaving weight, foot to foot
Invader conquesting his corner

Not resembling album-covered self:
Cropped tight, hair and beard,
Stained twill pants, canvas shoes,
Furniture blanket grey cape,
Preaching words unceasing

Mad music in my head turns,
Celebration to condemnation,
Lost: dancers on the screen,
Lyrics in my head, caped madness,
All time loser sitting in my chair

Barista ushers the preacher out
Coffee falling sideways, spilling,
I set it right, hand him a five
For: my busy day, his hungry demons,
Hands me his relentless blessing

True Religion, not the jeans brand
That covers asses for the show,
Rather their fraction, in folded bills
Given to mad Aqualung to know.
Mattering more than jeans or band,

He’s surely worth some food today,
Help him keep his demons at bay.


Author’s Note: you can read PREACH in my gallery, I am keeping it there as a reminder.  And what I feel now as I rewatch that video – PREACH~ REDUX which is Why it’s the lead stanza…