the medallion…poem 2

i used to go to churches throughout the city…that’s where i found peace in my days of walking ’round Manhattan amongst other vagabonds in Union Square…the onslaught of commerce in Times Square…bearded hair bunned businessmen with cellphones in hand up and down Lexington Avenue…whores hangin’ at The Port Authority…the red eyed Hatians hawkin’ double decker bus sight seein’ tickets to tourists on 8th and 7th Avenues…the porn pedophile perverts peeking through holes in adult movie booths…the sick and the lame…all of God’s children…all of us cramed together on one small island…

it was in these magnificent Catholic churches where i would pray for forgiveness of my sins…prayers of guidance…prayers of hope…asking God not for a miracle…but to merely show me his light…his light that came in the form of a beggar on the 6 train…his light…that of the tranny hooker who had lost her way yet prayed everday to be shown forgiveness…his light…shining on dope peddalers in Tompkins Square who knew no other way to make ends meet…his light which shined brightly on the salt of the earth in this city of Gotham…it was a holy light that was sought…and it was that light…shining through picture story windows that gave me comfort…a candle was always lit…

and as i prayed the thoughts of suicide ceded…for a brief moment they would stop…prayer…meditation…the lifting of hands to the sky…the silent call for God to walk with me in these times of trials and tribulations…preparing for night to come…in a city where sin is justified…justified in the banks and stock option offices doling out dollars in record numbers to young salesmen…working from Sun up to Sun down for a buck…for a buck…justified in City Hall where deals are brokered in the interest of real estate and deadines to be determined at a later date when the dollars are ripe for the pickin’…and in the neighborhood non-for-profits…somebody’s pockets are getting lined…somebody’s…

so i prayed…so i prayed…so i prayed…

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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