“I’m not drunk ~ I’ve just been drinking”
The Barstool Prophet announced to the waif Mary
Sitting next to him
On Abishag’s stool
“Sometimes,” he slurred
“We all crave peace, we all ache for love”
When…
Love hangs crucified
On the apparatus of Empire
And the tables are empty
In darkened corners
Where the wine skins are old
On the outskirts of life
Forgotten bodies
Longing to be touched like lepers
Eyes waiting for the sun to rise
At the Red Sea Tavern…