Calling Card Reverend

A visit from a clergyman

Calling card reverend

 comes to my door

 

Save me from sins

of the sick and the poor

 

Hunched over black cloak

 snakes in his hand

 

Testifies in the traffic

spits fire brand

 

scares off the children

prays to the dead

 

Ravens and buzzards

circle over his head

 

One eye is staring

into your soul

 

the other's a

rotting festering hole

 

Calling card reverend

won't you come in

 

He takes a big wiff and says

I smell the sin

 

Limps through the door

Gangrenous stench fills the room

 

My skin wants to crawl

back into the womb

 

He sits on my sofa

my nose draining snot

 

From the stench of the fabric

that starting to rot

 

 Pulls out the good book

and a bottle of gin

 

says boy I'm gonna clense you

of all of your sins

 

Calling card reverend

is this really the end

 

Will I ever party

with hookers again

 

He says boy your soul

has been taken by Satan

 

your lost sinful ways

I'm gonna straighten

 

Takes a long drink

on the bottle of gin

 

His one eye on me

He says let us begin

 

Smash goes the bottle

upside my head

 

Knocked to the floor

I thought I was dead

 

Calling card reverend

He gave me VD

 

Stole my stereo

and big screen TV

 

Went through my wallet

Cash and cards gone

 

Maybe you think

he was running a con

 

I Haven't wollowed in

decadence for such a long time

 

You need lots of green

for the hottest girl's time

 

THe good reverend cured me

I'm no longer a letch

 

I aint got the money

for sins of the flesh

 

 

 

Author's Note

There's one true line in this poem

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

The one true line: "He gave me VD" ??? *laugh*

Digging through the archives as there is nothing new *hint* and so glad I did; this is a gem.

[Baby Ricochet]

I guess you did. The metering's kind of off on this one but it has it's moments. Thank you for reviewing it Kimmer.

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure...and, in my defense IT'S FICTION *blush*

;-)

[Baby Ricochet]

The one I wrote before this one, "Land of The Gun." uses the same metering technique and IMO came out better than Calling card Reverend" did.

[KAOlmsted]

Good to know...I'll check it out.

[Annabelle Lee]

this was great. baby ricochet knows how to deliver

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This is a perfect example of why I keep coming back for more of your writing! I sincerely hope that the worst of this was not true and that the last line is the true one. You are unique and i haven't found anyone else that writes anywhere near the way you do. It is refreshing...does that make me weird? LOL

[Baby Ricochet]

Naaa. Just means you like off beat poetry. THanx

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

:)

[icaros13]

I have my own way to stop him
When to my house he goes

I answer his knock at my door
Wearing no clothes

[Baby Ricochet]

HA!

[Heather Maria]

So, often when I read your poetry my reaction is raised eyebrows or a chuckle or wow. I think the attraction of your poetry is how raw it is, but it makes me wonder if all of your life is like this or it's just the part you write about. This is another reason why I don't write poetry, it's too personal.

[Baby Ricochet]

Writing a poem about waiting in line at wal mart or filling out an insurance form isn't going to be interesting reading so I go with the highlights.

[Marie]

I hope none of them are true...

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! Thanx.

[Pax]

hahaha,... i like this the twist in the end was brilliant.
and your right there is truth in this prose-poem that
speak in reality. great job

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx

[Michael G.]

Interesting story. My bet... last line is true.
Keep writing.

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx

[Samuel Dickens]

I haven't a clue which line might be true--there are so many that are plausible. I don't have much trust in those kind, either. While spouting sheer hogwash, they try to get into men's wallets and women's panties. In some cases, the oposite may be true.

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx