Fresh frazzled edges
flowering first issue
tissue box packed plastic
slit lid the space to conquer
push and tear through impatient
masculine fingers no match
for impatiens - fine, refined
and delicate “ultra soft”
fragranced radiance but
in bits and pieces
this new spring emergence
torn to pieces but
born for one purpose
to pull the others through.
Gary Edward Geraci
(St. Faustina pray for us!)
In the modicum
Of free choice, another’s choice ...
Life could end today.
Gary Edward Geraci
(An untenable appeal to “brute fact”)
As a scientist
I am equally
incredulous that
you would patently
surmise our present
condition as resting
wholly on the premise,
on the supposition
that it all just so
happened to come about
by chance; your sole, rich
rebuttal resting
on the simple, strident,
sure exclamation:
“Well now here we are!”
Gary Edward Geraci
this love each one must have for me...
the Saints, encouraging me on,
willing my success His command;
I like to know them as my friends.
like a sold out stadium show,
an adoring crowd, guaranteed...
when no one else is cheering me
on, they are - I’m ready to play.
Gary Edward Geraci
Boldly, bodily heirs, not mistaken,
Beauty becoming, beholden our form
To the Man beyond all men, partaken
Of in the wheat and wine. We may transform,
Transfigured through a pace deliberate:
The brain first and then the body exalts
Or just simple hearts and a child like start.
Art portrays tender women without faults;
Gentle kings, knights courageous - bannerets.
Subjects, slaves and servants, full servitude,
Spinning lambswool on hand spun spinnerets.
For the world to come - certain certitude
That God will raise their fleshly bodies high
In the manner of Christ’s who will not die.
Gary Edward Geraci
Each one says his is the best
Each one says hers is the most
Liberating each one says
Its is the most convincing
Windblown plastic grocery bags
Litter the treetops and creek
Bottoms in my neighborhood
And spoil the landscape and view
Gary Edward Geraci
