cult – Cajun Mutt Press

Heaven’s Gate

We were sitting around
in that basement party along Hickory Lane
when the Heaven’s Gate
came on the news.

Someone said:
All those people didn’t
just kill themselves!

Well, it wasn’t a serial killer,
someone else said.
How many murderers would it take
to break in and kill all those people?

I said nothing.
Nipping at a bottle of Scotch.
Listening to the various arguments.

Then they turned off the television
and cranked the stereo.

And I got real warm.
Like it was summer when
it wasn’t.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Cajun Mutt Press, Dumpster Fire Press, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

OH JOY, A NEW CULT!!!

Not getting any?
Stuck in a dead end job?
Poverty got ya by the balls?
Do the few lovers you find
     turn out to be psychotic?

Does it seem as if a sadistic higher power
     is working your last nerve?
Think a bit too much?
My funky brethren, I know all about it

If any or all of these problems
     has plagued your life
I'd like to take this opportunity
to introduce you to a brand new cult:
     The Cult of the Goc

That's right folks, The Cult of the Goc
The G.O.C., ladies and gentlemen
The God of Circumstance
The newest and coolest 
       disposable god ever

Tired of your conventional cult demanding
       so much of your time and energy,
all to worship their god which you
     still aren't fully convinced it even exists?

Well, Here at The Cult of the Goc
     each member gives worship to the
Great God of Circumstance
     whenever the hell they feel like it

But that's just the beginning!
Not only do cult members find it       unnecessary to fear The Goc
When things just aren't going right, it's common practice to cuss The Goc out
       for being such a fucking sadist

Not only is this a therapeutic 
   and liberating practice
You also don't get struck by lightning either

Now it's not all deity cussing down here 
       at The Cult of the Goc
though we do hold the practice
        in high regard
No folks, we cult members understand
     that The Goc is schizophrenic
Not unlike the God of the Old Testament

Thus we like to keep things simple
by identifying the 2 primary natures
       of our disposable god
which we dubbed The Gloc and The Bloc

The Gloc is 
       The Good Lord of Circumstance
which we love and worship
        and say thank ya to
The Bloc is 
       The Bad Lord of Circumstance
which we hate, cuss, and say fuck ya to

"So what will The Cult of the Goc
give me that all those other cults lack?"
You're probably asking yourself (as any  
        wise cult shopper would)
Well, our cult members are wise enough 
       to not cling
             to their love or hate 
                   of our Goc
						 
As we know that 
       The True God of the Universe
has nothing to do with
       our global human soap opera
for It is the One Without Another
   residing in Eternity, Unmoving, Unborn
Pure Conscious Omniscient Imagination

Creating stars and the space between
    by the Great Law Three
       and Its Seven Vibrations

We seek to go back there
       back Home

Known since 2008 as Da Honky Wit Seven Names, Gentle Dragona is an American Poet, Lyricist, Mystic Stranger, and Bloody Dirty Dancing Dervish. He authored the underground collection of 69 poems in 1998 – IN DREAMS WE HIDE – published by Arkansas Writer’s Press; and the book CUSS! The Ancient and Transcendental Art of Hangin’ Out, in 2005, published by AuthorHouse.

Da Honky’s seven names are Eric Kristian Willey Gentle Shokya Candalla Dragona. He resides in his adopted town of Austin, Texas.