Sober thinking in catholic high schools

 breeds sober living.

 Think that through next time

 you decide to leave your bag on that bench

 at the park to pick up that ‘lucky’ copper

 its a fast paced world.

 Needy eyes eager for a quick living.

 Quirky crooks with grubby fingers are the entrepreneurs of our modern time.

 a place god has long forsaken..

and you, the sober thinker :

repeatedly, the casualty of cold sweat shakings of a junky looking for an easy living,

hand to mouth then hand again to mouth and so on till rest –

 finally…….. In quiet fields of forgotten cadavers. littered with words of regret and empty promises,

 left unfulfilled,

manifested in fragrant arrangements of

 blue to red to pink to yellow.

void filling void

 calling into the dark hollows and withdrawn quivering the night away.

 Eyes open, skin nude – tender waiting for molten sun to embrace anxious flesh bright and dawning