Tonight is another horrible one.
I keep trying to let God sort it out but I believe he is ignoring me.
Jesus takes a dirt nap...(A.K.A. Uh oh God is gonna be pissed about this one!)
Christ!
Jesus I think was our first David Blain.
Our very first Houdini.
But Jesus was about being nice.
Not getting poontang and acting spooky.
(though in some paintings Jesus does look terrifying.)
And I wonder is Jesus laughing off in some distant Heaven right now?
At this utterly ridiculous poem?
Or do I have a divine red light right between the eyes?
Am I about to get the wrath of a bearded hippie savior with a holy ghost machine gun?
I give up...
Who's in charge?
Goodnight.
(more soon I promise)
The Captain
there is no fear here
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
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