This is Serious
copyright 2014 @aladreth
"It was the best interview of my life until they said they would rather hire a nun.
Just being celibate was not enough." Overheard on "Adult Swim"
You said you were leaving and I felt so much pain.
I'd be giving up on myself if I let you go.
I can't give up on myself.
the Septuagint adds a bit more on our tortured 'blessed' man, Job
(see what you learn in Theology?)
he will rise,
rise as some prophet, like Elijah,
to be hung in front of us all
Hello hope.
Also, vaya con dios to the Drama Prince Band
To escape the soldiers, take the phone,
make an investigation to get us out of here. (underline that last bit)
to follow a bird of flight
who turns to the water,
I am scratching to keep on the mountain,
nails digging in the dirt and green grass just planted
- no root taken
like when I would play "King of the Hill."
I never made it. So, at dusk I would sneak
to the hill
and stand with arms stretched out, silently screaming,
"Fuck you fuckers, I'm King of the Hill."
the Emerald Isle one way and another place
just as pretty the other way
but not where you are
to follow and hide,
hiding and thieving,
a tall man somewhat brave,
at least more brave than myself,
"here's one for you,
one for me,"
he says, handing out rations.
and back at the motel - "I can't stay,
can I get my things?"
It's always past check-out time
and not all done
and every quarter that falls,
I imagine I will get everything done.
It will be this time.
The cab takes us to a town
where the roads go up and down.
I have not bathed in forgiveness in a long while
and I want everyone to accept me
anyway,
let me stay for fuck's sake,
let me stay.
But, would I be so kind?
Let me live long enough to touch you.
He is a leader, the tall man
so I follow, but he's no more clean than me.
His jeans look cleaner than mine
but he can't be through and through
- we are dragging toxic streets, pipes, artifacts.
he's like an Eagle Scout, quiet
with a sense of duty to me.
he knows I'm suffering my loss.
He knows also
I am an addict.
He pretends or maybe even ignores that fact.
And he just confidently leads.
Who is the tall man?
Could he be Jesus?
What if he kisses me on the lips?
Kisses me in the back of the cab
as he hands me a bite size Snickers candybar?
Really.
Would it be sacrilegious to be kissed
by my Jesus?
My own personal Jesus.
