My Santiago

Top shelf revolt

(07/04/2018)

I had time for that priest In that Church of the Open Door.

But precious youth - time spent in church, Was, to me, pointless, Or worse still, Idle hands for the devil.

We would attend church, Our only salvation being that we sat - away from parents.

Wing of church (Nave to be exact)

Hidden from parent And forbidding others, We built our coterie of plans. There were the scrutiny of girls, And our edicts on them, The rolling of eyes as the old priest trucked out the same old same old

- with minor updates from the previous year -

The serious contemplative faces as we were eyeballed by parents en route to communion, And the rolling of cigarettes!

Now that was revolt From the top shelf.

Rolling your own, In the nave of our church, On a pleasant Sunday morn. Of Memories Grabbed and held in church, at church, These stand out in my mind