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January 30, 2023

the prayer to saint eom pasaquoyan

By w v sutra

the prayer to saint eom pasaquoyan

santo eom will you let me die so we can meet at last
let god grab me by my hair by my long beaded beard
and pull me out my dope ass house up to heaven
flying over the sex trees and the chain gangs
and the pine barrens of marion county

dear saint eddie give sweet dreams in the city
to all the five dollar hustlers need money for rocks and for paintboxes
say goodbye goodbye to the loiterers at the fabric outlets in bibb city
to the homeless drunks down by the chattahoochee
bet you wish cornerstone was still open boys
best phenobarb detox in the state
after a weekend at the bootlegger house
all your ssi money gone again
grits and sausage in the morning
tax dollars well spent in columbus georgia

o holy one who could see the power in walls and compounds
towers and temples shades and patterns
know that the first time i went to your house
it still smelled of all the shit from your giant dogs
my dad said isnt this great he was a big fan

eddie owens eddie owens
you could of made a buck now as an animal communicator
instead of hustling the tarot cards bullshitting the squares and straights
at the old martin farm now known as pasaquan
you could of had robotic surgery for your cancer instead of a gun to the head

blessed is the man whose ass gets too old to sell
for he will become a saint and everyone loves a saint
especially saint eddie who looks not on our sinful bodies
but on the faith of our love eom eom

Image credit: South-Central Georgia Folklife Project collection (AFC 1982/010), American Folklife Center, Library of Congress
Article © w v sutra. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-01-09
1 Reader Comments
Hippo King
01:33:22 PM

This is dope! Well done, sutra!
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