Blind Terry

her parents named her halleluiah, the kids all called her holly. if she scared you then she’s sorry; she’s been stranded at these parties. these parties they start lovely, but they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody. the priest just kinda laughed. the deacon caught a draft. she crashed into the easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass. she was limping left on broken heels when she said, “father can i tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?” holly was a hoodrat and now you finally know that. she’s been disappeared for years, today she finally came back. she said: “st. louis had enslaved me. i guess santa ana saved me. st. peter had me on the queue, the st. paul saints they waved me though. i was all wrapped up in some video booth when i heard her say “i love you too.” she said, “i’ve laid beneath my lovers but i’ve never gotten laid.” some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid.s he spent half last winter just trying to get paid from some guy she’d originally thought to be her savior. they wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars. they got a mural up on east 13th that said “halleluiah rest in peace.” halleluiah was a hoodrat and now you finally know that. she’s been disappeared for years, today she finally came back. walk on back. walk on back. she said, “don’t turn me on again i‘d probably just go and get myself all gone again.” holly was a sexy mess; she looked strung out but experienced. so we all got kind of curious….

had a dream i hugged bruce