Muscle Cars

Mild malaise, mixed malady: a

Rumbling by my Lady’s statue;

Muscle cars owned by middle aged 

Men, men in midlife crisis, keep

Mufflers that rumble and fright my

Queen grottoed in the front shrubs, short 

Sheared and cave shaped for Her Glory. 

Noisy machines, especially 

At night, cruise by and curse the door 

Frame, it shakes; a stentorian

Pass of exhaust gas masks the true

Morass of men now half-empty. 

Yet I might just buy one too and 

To Holy Hour I’d drive it, like 

Bikers for Christ, in high style: 

Mid-fifties, eight stacked, the path straight!

Gary Edward Geraci

Call in the Cadre

Call upon the saints,

Yes, regardless “the outcome.”

Call upon His Saints.

Gary Edward Geraci

New Life

like those before me -

plague, war, or virus my end.

but death brings new life.

Gary Edward Geraci

X-ray Machines

Could the sun consist of a hundred-thousand 

Dusty X-ray tubes precisely arranged 

And changed by angels on high?  But then where 

Would the entirety of it plug in to? 

We’re like willing children arranging LEGO 

Blocks into shapes of rocks and boulders and 

In the spirit of confectioners selling

Slow-growth, soulless, spindly-plant shaped from nuts, 

Raisins, shaved ice, and sweet gelatinous 

Globs formed into the shape of fruit; the minds 

Of mad scientists constructing ‘people

Friendly’ cloned organs and body parts, peeling 

Back and peering into, prodding and poking.

But the Great Orderer, through human hands, can order 

The molecules of wheat and grape to an end 

Entirely new and divine - the surety 

Of our salvation - Food - Your Presence amongst us!

Gary Edward Geraci

Always

He came 

down to us, to 

tell us how often He’d

come down to us mere mortal men: 

always

Gary Edward Geraci

“...and behold, I am with you all days, even unto the consummation of the world.” Matthew 28-20

Zy-Ghosts

WARNING! Overt “Bathos” poetry. May be unsuitable for those 18 and under or for those easily triggered or sensitive to mundane and repulsive subject matter. 

floating condoms, the defining 

moment of the wastewater plant 

field trip, the hands of the plant 

manager, our tour guide, pointing 

out the human population’s gift.

the city of Austin, late nineties,

our donor base at the time, had 

been reduced to this great pool,

of top floating memorabilia. 

tokens regularly assaulting 

the system clarifiers, it 

was explained, a plug of condom 

infused wastewater alternating 

with currents of beer content on 

game days or from certain southern 

sections of the city, he surmised, 

one or the other, I can’t be 

to sure which one for certain, but 

truly, the take away for most 

of us, had to have been the sheer 

number of air infused balloons;

floating prophylactics swirling 

and bobbing and being collected, 

segregated, culled out, and shed;

fit not even for the Dillo dirt.

Gary Edward Geraci

Your Inheritance Won

Prominent your stature (the Paraclete shaped my soul and stripped my pride),

Elevated, like clerisy class-cleared, and eloquent (I’m without envy).

Wayfaring now: lightsome, impassible, agile and with subtlety (I’ve wracked wrath).

Satiety: God’s nature feeds, the inferior surpassed (been freed from sloth).

Arriving at last you’ve won! (and the aureole is mine! so long avarice,

Gone for good the scrounge around, sweat, growling gourmand, and the gluttony.)

Low on earth you know now your gain (to Luxuriate; lost not to lust).

Gary Edward Geraci

“ Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize?  Run in such a way that you may win.” 1 Corinthians 9:24