jesus or convenience?
dusty faded angel guides my pen across pad, mind across past. candle bearing porcelain winged night-light made in Taiwan becomes a torch in the night for thoughts who have no dim switch and because all my belongings (like a real night light) are in another city. home has mauled itself into a theory instead of a destination and the holidays are only filler lines making the thesis longer so i wont get docked points. we scarf down Chinese food after hours of searching for convenience in the land of laziness on a Christian holiday. so this is what it feels like to be a Jew in the US of A. so this is what it felt like to be a gentile in ancient Judea. the eternal letdown, “the inn is closed”. We surf the deserted curbs in a second-hand brand-new foreign made car instead of a donkey and find a mandarin house instead of a stable. Salvation is found, at least of the hunger variety. This X-mass was about avoiding Catholic guilt and misguided lip interludes under mistletoe. I’ve put off for the time being what most Americans have put off permanently; the protesting of misused missiles on demonized populations so that I can get knocked out on eggnog and snookered over sugar cookies. Deck the fucking halls with bows of holly and mute CNN this is an apathetic Christmas and I feel a bloody carol coming on.
Q?: if you could find the nearest open restaurant in a fit of hunger or jesus Christ in a snowstorm which would you choose? Keep in mind that while buddy jesus is not curry flavored (at least I assume not), dogma does say we can eat him.
Q?: if you could find the nearest open restaurant in a fit of hunger or jesus Christ in a snowstorm which would you choose? Keep in mind that while buddy jesus is not curry flavored (at least I assume not), dogma does say we can eat him.