the first rule

14 Feb

(there’s much violence in the house of god)
somewhere outside Fort Smith Arkansas
we stopped to eat fried chicken and coleslaw
from a moms and pops restaurant attached to a church
emanating loud ballyhoo and activity
i thought there was cockfighting going on in the basement
or some form of illegal gambling
and i was mostly on the right track
it was a bare bones and knuckles fight club
blood and bile and saliva all over the concrete floor
the Father presided over the entire lawless thing
and swung the frankincense the way of the winner
then blessed the bloody mess of the man who had conceded
and was gathering his teeth off the basement floor
oh how men suffer for Jesus
my companion said and ripped into the well-done thigh of his meal
we filled up with petrol
and took back to the wet highway
that slashed this great land from east to west
down around the knees
we were rushing out to Los Angeles
to become filmmakers
in the midst of a recession
and a violent wave of Seattle auditory assault
which was cleaning up the remnants of selfishness and excess
left behind by Reagan’s rock-n-roll and his greedy bankers


2 Responses to “the first rule”

  1. Matt DeBenedictis 16/02/2010 at 1:19 PM #

    This is speeding. I feel like yelling it at myself.

  2. (S)wine 16/02/2010 at 6:43 PM #

    speeding. no ticket, though.

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