AN ODE TO TAMMY FAYE

AN ODE TO TAMMY FAYE

Seán Óg Gibson

I have made many sacred sacrifices

And compromising compromises

But none of the moral degree

And I will never do to another man, what he has done to me

So tell me,

What does it feel like?

To be the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world

To be the apple of the eye

The catcher of my

Heroic lie

Why I

Must say

You are the most gracious of women, Mrs Tammy Faye

In the perfect world we still see and seek Gods

But we see each other naked in the burning of the bush, the smoke into clouds

Our mother who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name

Thy morning come

From where you run

Thy will be done

In New York as it is in pariah prison

Abstain from dismay your daily dread

And forgive us your masses as we forget he who trespassed against you

And cast us not into damnation

But deliver us from news people

Amen

My friend

You will be relieved from pressure

By a prayer angel messenger

This is an ode to Tammy Faye Messner

I wasn’t lucky

I had good timing

I found reasons to smile

With what we do

I get the feeling I’m being watched

I get the idea that this isn’t real

I get the feeling I’ve done this all before

And my friends

And my family

Are waiting

They’re all still waiting

They’ve only ever been waiting

I might as well do it

Fuck it

It’s not like its deliberate

So de-liberate

Your deli dilettantes

The pillow won’t turn over

The cushion can’t roll over

I make myself sick

Seriously sick

My head hurts

My heart hurts

Where my head lurks

My heart hurts

Die like a man

Live like a woman

Entertain easily

Impress no one

You could never convince yourself

To do anything for yourself

So you told everyone

It’s for the greater good

Even though

That is a lie

Feel like an embarrassment

To your establishment

As long as I’m still alive

You can always turn backwards and downwards to me, no surprise

Well I wonder

What can happen

When you push a shopping trolly as far as it can go

Manage to keep the rhythm and groove

Holding onto the room, the rhyme and the booth

All but for

A love letter

A mistaken

Item

Taken

Out the equation

Not sure if it’s my right to read

Nor if and or in the right mind to conceive nor concede

Love letter

So I guess I just better

Not trip up and stutter

And go ahead and read her

Anyway

My whole life I have been surrounded by the manipulative and the mentally ill

All day long I walk the tightrope over well-dressed serpents, dangling off the window sill

Mankind pushed me over, and woman kind walked away

Gaslight me one more fucking time and I swear you’ll pay

You joined the debate just to win

Gotta have everything, fake love, real assholes and every plate you wanna spin

Why look for God in a book when there’s clearly some man in the room

We humans are resilient

But only once we roll with the inconsistencies

I still love you all, even the liars and the fools

It’s all futile if I can’t share these tools

I’m still here, aren’t I