One night a year or so ago
I took a walk down to the beach to hear the teenagers roll into shore
I smelled smoke
I looked across the street
Someone had nailed a bum to the neon lit 7-11 sign
His body formed the sign of the cross
He had been torched
There he was, crackling and burning against the night sky
He was the first saint I had ever seen








I saw him too, it’s Saint Fool of Neon. Great!!!
Rock on PAR! Appreciate the feedback.
Powerfully penned, Keith. Another excellent write that’s vintage you my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks dude! You rock!