Nuns

Nuns

This city this street this place

Has no meaning to me

The world is faceless

The world is priceless

The sun fades

Over a clear dawn

And light

Wraps round the starry

Dusk

Love springs

From vast places

The planet

Is round and warbles

Fast through space

And like a bullet

Ricochet’s off the

Ceiling of the club

Where the nuns

Danced

Feverishly.

In their Catholic 

fervor 

The disco -vatican 

breakdown 

of the beat 

into historic 

moments 

the sexy nuns

danced 

and boogied 

and generally got down

in the vast sisterly 

room of Rome

If only religion were as trivial

as music

then maybe the music would be sacred

and the praying would be profane

all that swearing to Jesus

is mysteriouly

minor to my mind

compared to a good 

party\

We should get the nuns drunk

and ask them how they REALLY feel.