Trippy Cottontail~

  Would you give up a Klondike bar

For lent

  Or pull nails out of the wood

With brand new veneers

  How many licks of a whip

To get to the center of a broken girl?

  Priest with jolly rancher eyes

You don’t taste like water melon, you taste like a killer

  You can’t sit a sinner on a kneeling board

Dominus vobiscum don’t mean s**t to a surly adolescent with poppa stains

  Easter basket full of cherry bombs

Skip to my Lou with a sectioned cross between the pearl and the night

  Elvis flipped into velvet Jesus

Dilated girl on a bar stripping bones to Tom Waits’ scratchy jukebox tunes

  I remember speckled eggs

I remember shackled churches and soldiers in green pea coats

  Tradition moved the boys through lavender scents

A spray of memories on a white lapel

 

  Trippy shook her cotton tail from a pew, crawling under benches

Stole the holiday away with a chocolate Jesus melting in her cherry smile

With a Tom Waits look alike in a top hat

In a dive at the end of the bunny trail

A golden yoke between her faith and the travesty of fate

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Reviews

[LilyT]

Mistress of satirical agony, you make me laugh and cry in the same breath. The point of view from which you view everything would crush most human beings. You ARE mythology. Beautiful Pandora. Grab their necks with these wicked strains of poetic music. Maybe it'll wake them up before the s**t really hits the fan.

[Tommy]

Sweat tasting, but hollow on the inside,
those sweet, sweet candied eyes
temptation sure loves to chastise the living,
men born into sin, sinners yet to relies;
on a pedestal, I wonder how they got so high?
sacrificing lollypops, cracking children
in the name of religion’s ties.

Selene, Wow! I just love to play off of your words. So many great images and metaphors in this, “Or pull nails out of the wood” like saving the Savoir, I think a lot of people think they are; kind of backwards I know. With an “Easter basket full of cherry bombs,” you blew this piece to another level. I love it!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[My Fair Lady]

The strength of this message can be felt and seen even through layers of candy coating and dipped in chocolate.. The truth.. never seemed so sweet.. but tasted so bitter. How fitting.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

someone else who chokes on the taste of hypocrisy..........excellent piece Selene

[Kerry O'Connor]

The hypocrisy of the modern world does not seem to hold a place for speckled eggs and martyrdom.

A thought-provoking piece for Easter.