Poetry
Lorraine, J.
J. Lorraine Brother Percy Tabernacle nights Church on Sunday, twice Praying bodies, prayer room floor Prayer room darker than a cave Those nights when daddy gave me welts bigger 'n belts...
...In the kiss-off ward that day you lay between Bleachedbitter sheets Tomb stones in a shrunken face Doctor talked down to you You knew But called him "Sir" How sweet...
...J. Lorraine Brother Percy Tabernacle nights Church on Sunday, twice Praying bodies, prayer room floor Prayer room darker than a cave Those nights when daddy gave me welts bigger 'n belts across my calves Some kind of exorcism Next day, teacher'd say 'Watch where you walk...
...And she would look away...
...Empty chapel plastic flowers Canned music mute chaplain You knew it would happen This Way I stripped your room Gave every stick away Except the Bible Page after page of curious passages Underlined in red ink...
...Beat me, daddy, black&blue Bible hustler, it hurt you more than it hurt me Fiction on your lips Daddy hypocrite, I split...
Vol. 121 • October 1994 • No. 18