Jesus Takes the Guys Bowling - Warren LaRocque

Not twelve,

Thirteen.

Fourteen, fifteen if Mom and Dad come along.

It’s a long drive from Heaven to my favorite

Spot (detour, of course,

To pick up Judas).

Split, strike, gutterball.

Peter uses a six pound ball,

Since he likes things easy.

We break garlic bread over sticky tables

And laugh about the lion carefully grooming

The lamb. He doesn’t mind his teeth.

I throw the game. I want my friends to win.

I am the king of Heaven.

At the bowling alley, I’m just another

member of the league.


Warren LaRocque is a 21 year old poet, storyteller, and general layabout. Boasting a perverse fascination with the grotesque and disturbing, his work focuses on, well, the grotesque and disturbing. When he’s not writing poetry, he’s studying at the University at Albany or watching a vampire movie. All he does is think about vampires. We’re worried about him. 



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