the priest up the street

is passed out
on wine at 4 in
the afternoon
as the rumor
of no god finally
vice gripped
his brain
along with the
putrid morning
headlines
as his eyes
begin to rise
again with the
thought of
christ sneezing
and he knows
that he can have
one more
cup of
blood red wine
if god will
only
tell him the secret
to yesterday.