Lost in some soft tumbling darkness
wandering to the store in a stoners happy haze
ice cream and maybe some chips…
I see Jesus is on the roof at Walgreens. He’s gigantic and has creamy white thighs and Oh wow! He’s… yeah he’s touching it.
Jesus came back as a giant, listless, sexual pervert. At first it was a really big deal.
“Christ has returned!” It was all anyone talked about
and then he just became a nuisance.
Jacking off to a field of flowers or a sunset
people would just call the fire department
and they’d hose him down and he’d try and smash the fire truck.
You’d be driving home and the radio would say, Jesus is north of 57th on the turnpike and tearing shit up. Traffic would be backed up for miles.
Yeah, Jesus aint gonna go so quietly the second time.
