the mind of Christ
and came in search of me.
I ducked in my hole
and peeked through the sticks
to see if he could see.
the mind of Christ
and came in search of me.
I ducked in my hole
and peeked through the sticks
to see if he could see.
I have a bitter spot,
a little burn lodged
in my side
still smoking
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
the riches he kept for himself
Can you believe it –
pulling the rabbit
out of the hat
at this late date?
‘Fore you know it He’ll be comin’ in,
settin’ up shop,
puttin’ His feet up
and wantin’ to wash mine.
You, me and the Holy Ghost
ADAM AFTER THE FALL
Can’t wait to get started
BROKEN WING OF THE HEART
Even when I don’t use it, I feel it
O CHILDREN FRUIT OF THE MARRIAGE BED
sharp harvest of desire
and seed of waking worry
CORNDOG AT THE LAISSEZ-FAIRE
Sure
have at it
do it your way
IF YOU PUT A GUN IN THE HAND OF A CRAZY MAN
SO SORRY
So sorry to have saddled you
with my lost looks
a sinewy
Mr. Bones dancing
jaw jutting
the scandalous perversity
of his grin
a disgrace
IF GOD WERE GOD
of course He’d come down.
You don’t think He’d let things
go on this way?