Preach Differentiates Between Honey and Wine

Being a Verse of a Larger Story

preach’s got a destiny
he’ll tell
his congregation
a heavenly
dessssssstination
he’ll say
meant for saints
and sinners
alike
he’ll say
where saints
and sinners
commingle
he’ll tell
washed in the blood
of the
precious lamb
he’ll say
of calvary’s
cruel cross
can
he get an amen
glories
to god from
whom all
blessings do flow
hallelujah
smell of wine
and maddog
twenty/twenty
under his altered
choir robe
affixed
with a special
golden stole
for his Sunday morning
sermonizing
and when he peels
the starched white
collar off his neck
he feels the press
of his jugular
ba-doom ba-doom
and thinks less
of it than any
other glass
of wine
this body
broken
this blood
spilled
‘nother night and day
in his redemption
city
to the man
who knows
half the town’s secrets
and is the
other half hisself
this altar this stain
‘d glass window
some broken
mirror of
the continuing
fall of man
that citydick with
child protective
services knows
no thing ‘bout
right wrong and
or done
eyes may avert
to keep the nose
clean
but no nose
is too high
or mighty
when she
‘s fourteen and
everybody
‘s had a taste
of sister
baby

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