Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Two nuns
came through
my checkstand today.

They bought parsnips,
persimmon,
pastry flour,
and wine.

Also some chocolate,
Odwalla drinks,
a frozen cheese pizza.

Their purchases,
instantaneously miraculously,
leveled
some old perceptions.

They became,
perchance,
flying monkeys
instead,
or orphan girls,
sitcom stars,
prissygrim reapers,
and the like.

Put simply,
they were,
Jesus's wives.

Paid their bill
with credit.
Left me,
in a waft,
of astonishingly intense
BO.

spanish and italian
-all foreigners-
the nuns of our church
strong BO
(predictable)
ajo in their diets
I guess

I call it the Principle of Pimps and Monks

The holier you are the more you can indulge in the profane

nice pome.

maybe they should bathe in tha holy water.

i got sister anne in my back pocket in case i get the docket
she's president of tampa bay pax christi and a sister of allegheny
what owns st josephs a hospital of seraphs
they have meditation retreats on their grounds
and their hearts make vibrant sounds
of course i yam used to bad smells
but they never smelled nothing but swell
i saw some sisters from honduras
with eyes as big as a looking glass
and strong spirits liberation theologists
they took on the military and were not apologists
so if anybody around here stinks to high hell
it's me cause i am holier than thou
cause you are unholy and never repentant
so for you i will pray and offer penitant prayers
it's just that i care i aint puttin on airs

astonishingly intense
BO.

Merrry Xmuss, H. the poetess