the egg of John's mind cracks
Wise Serpent mind of Fool
breaks open for Gentle Dove
o domina sicut vela
unwrap Your Veil and let it fill
with Wind
Sail me over Holy
Trinity in East Springfield
Father Patrick's parish - how kind of
you
to bring an Igbo saint to my fellow Ozark crackers!
Sail me
up to St Louis where Father Lewandowski
paints the Blues at St
Anthony's
then, when the Spirit blows where it will
up to the
sweet Kentucky woods
to laugh with Father Louis Freed by Murder
at
the lusts of the CIA cheese monks
Up over to Mundelein where
Word on Fire
burnt Baby Bobby Barron
then up and over more,
to Detroit
the Borderline
Past London and Toronto's
phallus
past Kingston and my little suburban Ottawa Church
where
lovely Father I forget his name
preached the Catholic
tantra
across the Wide Way that opens to the North
where God's
Holy Cold Singularity
colors your warm bright Sail
Oh oh,
oh... Mom!
Stop at Tim Horton's please!
Give me one warm corporate sweet
in this Vast Cool Space
Bless the hot
coffee of the lost traveler
then onward past bittersweet
Hudson
past the Airport and the Golf Course
and the lonely
warehouses
Sail me over the Holy Shrine of Your Cucked Hubby
Pray
for us, Mighty Prole!
Who cared for You and Your Fierce
Baby!
Sail me into Montreal to Monkland
on Coldbrook
I'll
wait outside
Not for beggar John
your beautiful breeze of
Holiness
Blow it on my beautiful Diotima
Blow it on the crying
Child in her Sacred Heart
O kind Mother of the Lion with a
Sword
Tell her what to do
or let her decide or... ?
This
stupid beggar only knows
Your Wild Free Love in lonely places
the
Fierce Child of Wisdom and Holiness
the Kind Sword that cuts out
the Heart
judges it in the gutter
and destroys the World with
Love
Not for John to follow You
into the contortions of the
vowed
Kind Lady, keep me safe!
Never let me fly without
your beautiful pure Sail!
And help my beautiful Diotima
love as
she must!
John Omniadeo
August 19, 2025
