Liberty's Sparkle (81)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (81)"
   
   The mad mojo of it all, Morrison axiomatically crooning:  "I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer; furthermore--the End is always near."  Liberty knew.  Knew it well.  Death.  The macabre visions of skeletons and bones.  But Christ carrying the Cross, King of the Jews, Pilate stating:  "I have written what I have written."  His letters, secret documents in the Vatican Library; indeed, maybe they should be secret.
   Liberty loved the new adoration from the Larry the Cable Guys.  Bobby Rook, new paperboy in town, in his mid-30's, yet so full of Balder and Christ, Christ always first, but is this:  Stream of consciousness life, or automatic writing.?
   And this one girl, crap in her stinking and many exotic pair of neon-pink panties; regardless, Bobby Rook would not fall straight of a freaking straight line.  Was bizarre, yup.  But not secretly or actually weirdly stupid.  Knew the mysteries.  Crazy enough to believe.  More than in himself--a disobedient way of existence.  His father yelling at him:  "You are Catholic!!!  You are special!!!"
   Wherever he was, Bobby Rook, and the Saints loving dogs and werewolves, lowered their heads unto the Virgin Mary, apologetic for all the opprobrium we cruelly laid upon Her inviolate Son, merged completely with the Holy Spirit, King David in PSALMS 51 begging it not to be taken from his bard/fighter essence--and it wasn't!  Donatello gives symmetrical construction, with Goliath's sword, it further placed in the young King's armory, for special purpose, knowing:  angels, a little better than us, but fear nothing save God, for ye are gods!!!