THE PALACE GARDEN IS HIDDEN IN THE CATHEDRAL'S SHADOW

Which is one way of wondering:
Have you seen the trowel, o brother?
And what of the hedge clippers?

Turning away the priest who came
to bless the house—that blew
though he reminded me of Bud Abbott

Counting gold fillings in the vault
on a Barcalounger throne,
King shit sounds better than Prince shit

The food taster took the day off
for a hot date with the altar boy:
wine, candlelight and plenty of hosts

All this is now public knowledge
because I remembered it and am blabbing,
those are the only reasons

I have read the good book;
To Kill a Mockingbird—
Now that was a very good book.