Romanesque Mike McGrath
Funny how quickly it all empties for Sunday dinner like those last words mean nothing and that ’ s fine too but I best not forget my handbag again . Ode to a priest , a priest , a priest . Suppose I should go now that it ’ s surely a good twenty minutes since the last blessing signalled us off but they don ’ t call them priests in here do they because they say vicar like the chocolate orange one on telly and isn ’ t it gas too the way they go away and get shacked up with babies slipping out one end and alter wine flowing in the other and no one bats an eyelid crossways and you know something but it ’ d make you throw your hands up at the whole lot at times so it would with the wars and all that and God bless us what were they all for at all .
He really hurt me . I ’ m sorry , I know and I shouldn ’ t wonder over these things . That fucking fool and oh shit shouldn ’ t have thought that word in here either but he ’ s some detail alright with his holier than thou attitude and the same man ’ s feet would catch fire if he stepped on hallowed ground and he pointing his crooked gaze at me over Charlotte like he ’ s a fine fuckin ’ saint himself and fuck it I did it again but I didn ’ t mean it . I can ’ t help who I love . Bastard .
It really would make you wonder about the whole lot I suppose . Is it part of design or whichever way they put it at mass the last day and dear Lord those stone arches reach for the heavens and do you know that this is the oldest building in the city ? Someone was saying that to me one time but then I thought the Vikings were the first people here and they never would have built such a lovely church and they believed in something else altogether . Must have been funny too . Imagine just finding the fields here and starting to build and like there was nothing around that time besides the island I suppose . The city without a city .
Pity I can ’ t come here more often but it just feels pure weird or something like I ’ m letting people down and sure it ’ s the same when I consider the other thing and what a thing of beauty that thing is stored away behind a dress behind a knickers in an unknown warmth that I have sometimes known but never known enough and that ’ s tough says the vicar . Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission and easier to think you ’ re born one way than another so it was never really your fault only design and not a choice made like a seed planted one time that grew to the flower he would eventually take from you with harsh words and vicious strokes . Never liked him after that . Maybe never liked any of them and maybe it ’ s because they can be so rough . Strong . Frightening . Door closed and he stands there , what then . Committed now so no turning back . Frightening . Separated from normality in a room where what ’ s normal is not what ’ s normal to you . Can ’ t leave the prince high and dry and in a way it ’ s not his fault either because that ’ s design and he didn ’ t ask to be born in such a way anymore than I did so can ’ t have it both ways although that ’ s exactly what I do .
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