Groceries

At the deli counter

in the grocery store on Sunday,

ordering sausage or something like it,

a slender, rather effeminate dirty blond

in low, tight designer jeans,

ankle boots, and snugly-fitting western shirt

unbuttoned except in the middle,

bent over a shopping cart,

ass on display,

and then his other one returns,

not what I expected–

chubby, less stylish–

but the first boy’s showing off for him;

they’ll go home and screw.

Copyright 2015

T. Allen Culpepper

In the Cathedral

The church might have fallen into disuse,

become more tourist attraction than place of worship;

the visitor might have wandered away from religion,

believing in tradition more than faith,

or might never have believed at all.

One might reason the ornamentation wasteful,

lament the money diverted from charity.

All true, and yet, on stepping inside,

one must yield to the power of the ethereal blue

and admit, however reluctantly, the spiritual presence.

 

Copyright 2015

T. Allen Culpepper