HawkPunk . Poems by Henry Kanabus

Am I an instigator a provocateur Do I stir the shit Am I the Hero of my own Life or am I the villain What do I Remember I remember going to confession as a 11 year old boy I confessed to taking the Lord’s name in vain having impure thoughts impure actions and stealing The Priest (we called him Tarzan) asked me what I had stolen . At every Catholic grammar school this one being Saint Hyacinth word goes around which priest is easy at Confession We all hoped for the familiar “Three Our Fathers and 3 Hail Mary’s” and we’d be pure again (Baptism having absolved Original Sin) The sin of our progenitor Adam . And this Fuck asks me what I had stolen “A shot, Father” “A shot?” What the hell was this... My friends and I had shoplifted often Usually Science-Fiction paperbacks or Zim’s Field Guides to the Natural Sciences I had them all Twelve as I recall “A shot,” I repeated “A shot?...