in Uncouth neighborhood

In Uncouth neighborhood,

sessions underway-

broken gospel chords

rusting in ultraviolet rays

through small equiaxed fragments

of stained glass disciples

sown within antiquated oak walls.

neatly folded vestments- forgotten

by dame’s rocket sweet-bitter lips

sipping raisin-vinegar nectar

in clumsy shoes, dancing

to an impious hallelujah

along the chicanery

of devil’s backbone,

in Uncouth neighborhood.

©️ Meg. April 25, 2018.