Jay Hooper
Better than a hundred hollow lines,
Is in another manner God’s body,
A burning zeal to go forward in His name.
Costs are understated to give,
Nor cohabit with them, nor bathe with them,
It is he who has the right to a monument:
How did you get here?
I answered with a certain annoyance,
To shock ourselves into astonishment once again.
I believe at that time I was going to deal,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Fill of joy those who seek the truth,
The certainties of one age are the problems of the next.
You must somehow reflect the spirit and texture;
I’d kill for a cigarette right now.
One can see the contradictions between the church,
And his minions doing all his dirty work.
As an expression of ours puts it,
We claim alike the right and the desire.
Recycled Poetry 