Ironic Advent Meditation : Beat Thing for Saint Lucy's Day

Ironic Advent Meditation for 12/13 

Beat Thing for St. Lucy's Day

Hosea loved a whore and waited for her holiness to come,

Missy lost her cat and never got another one,
Baby made a cut and prayed that God would let it bleed.
Daddy had to kill a man. Rhyming that would be a sin.

Ginsberg wrote a poem, and the whole world howled along.

Moloch! Moloch! nightmare of Moloch's song.
Ashcans, Talibans, World Banks, and Queerkillers,
God's son for this? Maybe. But then again . . . .

Kerouac lit a candle in words in Mexico in somnia in ekstasis 

speedfreak hymns for the highways and the thousand dirty pilgrim places,

and in a shack out near the dump out near the dive where Jack would score
a brown-skinned boy was born into this lousy world.

Hosea, keep on loving, though you can't know what will come,

And Missy, get yourself a cat, because it sucks to sleep alone,
And darling quit your cutting, go out dancing, moan your need,
And daddy . . . I don't know. Bring a light. Let's go see.

* originally posted as a Facebook post on St. Lucy's Day 2012. Later posted as a blogpost with visuals in 2017.