april 24

April 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

easter sunday

it’s not that I only think about him at this time of year,
he was my best friend, we did everything together and I
mean everything our whole lives, it’s just that he
would rollover in his grave—if he’d been left in the damned thing
to roll any which way he pleased—knowing the story goes
He with a capital H died for your sins, and is deified with a
capital D for god’s sake and the bludgeon His Truth—as if
he believed in such a thing—has become, weeding out
those who knew with a small k him with a small h and
spread the word with a small w, we were the word
was the point and he would have died on a cross
for what he believed, with passion;

it is deciphered among us, here, now,
in the flesh our flesh and blood, so

really what I want to say is get real, you die with your own
sins, resurrect your own damn self


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