Originally posted 11/12/2011.
St. Teflon, patron saint
of bullet dodgers; St. Tango,
source of comfort against
unwanted outcomes; St. Bullhorn,
defender against the wealthy; St. Lifter,
guardian of the doomed.
St. Angelcake strokes
the heads of the robbed.
St. Watchfob picks fruit
and cleans the poisons from the flesh.
St. Linger, warrior with no hard weapons.
St. Rollie Of The Bones,
bringer of square deals and luck.
The old saints are retired and disinclined to help.
“Not our world,”
“Not our Gospel,”
“Not our problem,”
says St. Gabriel.
For this you want
The Blessed Version,
The Sherman On The Mount,
The Irascible Conception, a new Bible written
by scribes drunk on the manic milk
of modern circumstance.
For this, you need
St. Rattler of the found quarter,
St. Lobster of the century reboot,
St. Jack (whose feast day is the Festival of Unicorn Meat).
Depend on The Long Shot Testament
and take a number.
There will be a saint for you
it’ll even be in time.