. .. picture postcard album .. .

. .. some are yellowed, some are straight
a few hardly come into view
they are lost somewhere in Jonah’s ether
at the bottom of the whale
in the slime that’s part digested
picture postcards leave a trail

a super sleuth, crack-hot spy
wearing those sunglasses
that really are – a camera
dirty postcards of flesh and limbs
barrel loaded, the polygraph set
record monsignor’s greatest sins

we have no need to publish
the public have seen it all before
nothing shocks or titillates him anymore
joe’s a broad-minded individual
made up of a thousand parts
a million or so picture postcards                                                                                                 

addresses have been scrambled
cancelled postage all ink-blazed
moments of impropriety catalogued
phone-calls and messages saved
a respected, socially communitive figure
once more has been caught in a lie

misinformation, deceit and outrage
decorate the album, line the walls
subjects of enquiry block all calls
aside the awesome realisation
treasured picture postcards
squeezed his life inside a vice

Jonah makes a rush for the exit
the plume of vomit is extreme
waters of Niagra falls of Victoria
are not enough gushing asperge
to wash away picture-postcard
incriminations mostly obscene

it all came out one summers day
amidst the pools of contrition
aside the mountains of regret
the souls of many Jonah’s
found bundled in a heap
a pile of picture postcards
never meant to keep .. .

©edenbraytoday26.06.2022