Christianity on the Brown Line ~ Sunday, May 31, 2026

Jesus, Colleen, for real? What do you mean?
everyone acts as if they understand
son of a bitch, what am I doing here
understanding nothing, nothing not seen
suck it up, you met her, once is enough

Colleen, you came by my work, grains of sand
overflow the glass like suds in my beer
leave me be, Jesus, what now do you want
learned scholar, hidden in plain sight, rough
edges appear natural, broken glass
emerges from the ground like hot lava
not unlike fire coals, do I dare pass

for fuck's sake, what do you expect, Java
only God knows, the holy spirits haunt
reality for me, Fathers and Sons

read another book of literature
eat breakfast, never, get on with my day
angry, nothing makes sense, the hot cross buns
leftover from Good Friday, cold and hard

What makes this religion, for all, a cure
help me understand, Colleen, what you say
ask me, will this matter in twenty years
talk about walking the line, a glass shard

difficult to remove, embedded, flesh
of my flesh, I have none, soon we find out

you know, you believe in the word, I thresh
only wheat from the chaff, without a doubt
understanding nothing but my own tears

maybe you feel me, up and down, with eyes
enticing as song birds, angels unheard
ask me about Cephas, the rock, the word
nobody knows the sorrow I disguise

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