Confession 03/06/97

Reverend Randall Brown
Clasped his hands over his gown
Heard the widow Johnson start to pray

He could smell her through the screen
Her eyes were dark and green
And he told himself
He wouldn't look today

She said, 'Father I have sinned'
Then bit back on her grin
'I wonder how the
Lord will make me pay.'

The Reverend heard the silk
Soft as lips to mother's milk
And forgot his vow
To quickly look away

He said, 'Go on my child'
In a voice both hard and mild
And felt the angels
Look the other way

She leaned her head against the wall
Let her breath, lord, rise and fall
'I lust after the Lord
Both night and day'

The Reverend Randall Brown
Slid his hands beneath his gown
Heard the widow writhing where she lay

He offered her no penance
Kept the Lord out of her sentence
Knew he'd burn
Because he wanted her to stay

His heart greener than her flashing eyes
His fevered prayers her heaving sighs
How that tiny booth
Began to sway

Looks like God put another quarter in the slot
Turning up the heat
He likes it hot
Pretty soon the lightning bolts
Thunder jolts
And rain begins to fall