Tuesday, August 7, 2012


drunken with paintings all scrawled-over "Vincent",
i stumbled across the gallery
and through the doors of a chapel.

its ceiling was blue -- like heaven, i guess.
its stained-glass colours were artificially lit
and i didn't think much of that.

i turned to leave
the song.

one voice, reaching from behind,
catching my hand:
it turned me around.

a choir of voices testifying,
swelling and filling the chapel
in me

i ran out of that little blue sanctuary,
found a bathroom stall,


  1. Oh my! I hope it was one of those cries that make you fell peaceful when you're done. Know what you mean about getting "Vincent" drunk. bless you, friend.

  2. a captured chapel - yes it is quite a place you stumbled upon