the cats are standing face to face.  
all is right with the world.  
Hendrix on the video.  
and snow.  
thick as peanut butter.  
lips seeking solus.  
pink light from the street light.  
shine on you as you sleep.

the church bizarre near where we are seems to be burned-out.
the sign out front:  "God's gift to us."  
i think i'd have some doubt.  
the snow falls in where God had been.  
the shell of something more.

was this building a church?  
or the church in this building?  
what really went down when the church went up in flames?  
and what of the virgin?  
and what of the whore?  
neither one would darken that door...anymore.

a new church is called to order.  
and the world is stilled for a moment 
to honor those dead from the neck-up.  
let us be ever-mindful of their plight.  
consider the source and let it go.  
be still and know.  
the church is called to order.

maybe it's all in my head.  
it was something you said when you said, 
"supper's ready." 

the "fives" have already passed.