it's all about you
it’s all about you
It took 33 years for Jesus Christ to die,
he said, “before the rooster crows
you will disown me three times."
Peter drug in at night
to spot the Messiah in a Police Line,
when asked if he knew him
he said, “I don’t recognize any of these guys.”
The path to life
is pathed with sacrifice,
but social distancing
doesn’t seem all that important
when you don’t have shoes on your feet,
like the food line on 3rd Street
that stretches from the church
around the corner to me,
After a hearing,
He came to earth
for a special business meeting,
a baby before your eyes
became a boy in the Temple questioning,
humble beginnings crafting carpentry
taught Him to tell a story
until He became a man
the same age as me,
I look up and it’s as if the blue in the sky
is a woman saving herself for midnight,
a sub-par workout
and not a cloud in sight,
after my third beer
I ask my cat if he might
have come to a conclusion that I can’t realize,
a Lagunitas IPA and a Blue Moon Belgian White,
top them off with a sugared Irish Breakfast Black Tea,
to define a complex
as a state of mind
in which belief
seems to be the answer in which we’re searching
is puzzling,
10 minutes
until I should go to bed
to achieve 8 hours of sleep,
and I see delusion as the first step towards meaning,
alcohol has no affect on me
as the battle is caffeine vs. nicotine,
a pinch of tobacco
and I’m reminded of my state of mind at seventeen,
I was once in San Diego
sitting in a child’s armchair
wrapped in the print of Toy Story 3,
standing half-naked
she put away laundry
while I was reading
from her copy of the DSM
attempting to diagnose
both of our symptoms
in hopes of treating need
before it became feeling,
but when I told her
where to categorize us
she deleted me,
Christains want their Jesus safe
while sinners want him forgiving,
you say He’s our superhero for creating,
when it seems to me
He’s a role model for being,
it’s ok
for a woman to still have
the fantasy of being rescued,
but am I wrong to have sympathy
for the angel who was only trying
to be like the one who gave him his strength?
The difference
is in learning
that when I give away
what it is I need,
in return I can have anything,
but the trick is
when I begin to do this
what I thought was a want
is no longer desiring,
apathy being replaced with belief,
whiskey for sweet tea,
and love for both you and me.