OCCLUDED PROMISE

I painted a kid once, an appropriated image.

Sitting in a swing that swung from heaven.

His halo was huge, but it didn’t obtrude

A paper sack on his head, snug and even.

This painting hung in a bank for a month,

And at the dress up ceremony

They wondered at the dwarf white cross,

On the child’s breast, small and lonely.

I said look at the cross, and the child in the foreground

Then take in the bag, and the halo at night.

The swing is un-swung, but a house in the background

Has a light in one room that is piercing, and bright.

The moon is misshapen, and the stars unfamiliar;

The child is not on this earth.

The mood is too solemn, but through old Doric columns,

The light, is a promised rebirth.

Back to the foreground, the halo is golden.

It’s light is truly from the gods.

The child could slap with a stroke, and snatch off the poke,

But remains seated, and clenched like a rod.

The hands cover genitals that must be unseen,

Or so the child seems to think.

The tension all comes from the thwarted desire

This is why many people see shrinks.

Oh to reach up, and snatch at the bag!

Oh, to uncover the unmentionables!

Oh to see halos, and source of room’s light . . .

Oh to be sighted, . . . it would be incredible!

And sighted, one sees fluorescing flowers at midnight.

One sees a mansion of unlighted rooms, save one.

One sees an ocean of green grass forever going.

One sees a truth, never ending, never done.

But frozen still to freezing swing

The bag will keep its place.

We’ll cover up our genitals,

And shame will rule our race.

We’ll hide our heads, a sack of blame

That cloaks elusive UFO’s.

Denying our divinity

And going nowhere, slow.

I won the first place at that art show,

And they didn’t like the message.

But they had to cop to the alien view,

They had to cop to heartfelt presage.

alienview@adelphia.net

I had respect for Howard Stern from his beginning, even when he embarrassed the crop stones out of me. . .sure, he talks about masturbation, and farts, and "take your blouse off"… but his approach to sex, as seemingly crude, and superficial as it is, is still infinitely superior to, and much more honest and respectful than – the cloying, teasing, and un-admitted sexual manipulations of Madison avenue, and our societal media. These are the polluters of our culture – not Howard Stern. Howard Stern, in stark contrast to the mainstream, may lead us back to grace .

You know, if Christ did return, he might return in the form of a Radio Shockjock. . . hmmmmm. That probably goes too far for some a’ya!

Examine that. . .that! That it goes too far.

Try to back up what you’re feeling with facts, and fall short – the way I did. Look for *undiscovered* facts. Read, especially, what they tell ya’ NOT to read! Be the center of your universe – it’s not arrogance when you are taking responsibility for it. My center hails your center! Together we can be greater than the sum of our parts, and the diversity of those parts makes our cooperation exponential. . .or "Star Wars" taught us nothing <g>.