#113 Finds A Pre Easter Message

My Dearest Judith,

It is Saturday

I’m sitting on Jesus’ tomb

Waiting, and doing some thinking

About tomorrow, when he will rise, I assume

I’ve come a long ways

And a long time

In that time machine

You always said would never work

I was there in Bethsaida

It was really quite a thrill

Especially when he fed all those people

Sitting hungry on that hill

I’m still not sure if it was a miracle

Or if he was ahead of his time

Socially engineering the people into sharing

Making to not, a guilty crime

I was in the boat

On the Sea of Galilee

On the day he walked on water

And calmed the storm

Personally, I think he got lucky with that weather

And where he walked

I can’t be sure

But it looked awfully shallow

I followed him as he did many things

The crippled stood upright

He healed the sick

The blind saw light

I’m no expert

Their symptoms could have been psychosomatic

Their miracle

Lots of talking and being dramatic

A placebo effect affair

Now this resurrection thing

It would really make this all worth the gamble

It’s really what I came back for

Following and talking to him just a preamble

I was watching as he drug that cross through town

Hung in the sun

And died

I’m sure he was dead

His eyes went dull

Got limp as a dishrag

I even touched his head

Now here he lies

In this tomb, upon which I sit

He’s supposed to rise on the third day

And I don’t want to miss it

Okay, so he died on a Friday

Should I count Friday as the first day?

Or should I go by 72 hours from then?

That must be what they meant to say

I’ve got plenty of time, in that case

I’m going into town

Buy some knick-knacks

Check out the place

I’ll come back bright and early Monday morning

I’ll record it in high def

It will be grand

I’ll be more famous than Hef

Unless he doesn’t rise

Totally un-resurrected

I’d say he was always a sham

Just as I always suspected.

Am leaving this with the other manuscripts,

In the cave by the sea

In case something should happen to me.

All my love to you Judith

Kisses,

Thomas

#112 Blames The Victim

This is all your fault

You were simply too pretty

You’ve read the rules

Now accept the consequences

You struggle and weep

As I hold you down

It’s such a shame

You could have prevented this

Those tight pants

They showed off your ass

How can you expect to be left alone?

You should accept my attention

That little blouse

That makes you feel so good about yourself

Is just asking for trouble

Do I have to spell this out?

I can’t be bothered with any restraint

It’s your job to reign me in

If you don’t and something happens

It’s to your own chagrin

That time it was raining and so cold

You accepted a ride from a nice guy

Of course he wanted to fuck

That you didn’t, was just your bad luck

Do this

Stand here

Accept things

It’s just the way it is

You think the victim is you?

Don’t make me laugh

The real victim

Is the guy

Who just couldn’t resist you

Ever hear of blue balls?

My god woman

I just can’t cope with that

It’s your job to relieve it

Now open your goddamned legs

And receive it

You know you wanted it

I’ve seen how you look at me

This is all your fault

Now ride it out

I’ll be done in a minute.

#111 Begs You To Be Gentle

My heart

Opens up to you

It's terrifying

And I don't know what to do

All my walls

So carefully built

Are circumvented

My defenses wilt

Will your steps be soft?

Padded in soft silk?

Or hard and demanding

As jackboots and their ilk?

I don't mean to whine

But the last tenant

She stomped on my spine

Ripped out my heart

Declaring, "This is mine!"

She didn't even do it out of spite

She made eyes and said, "I love you"

Even as she took a bite

Of my still beating heart in her hand

Getting away from her

Was anything but easy

It involved stripping down

Finding an escape hole and getting greasy

I found a new life

Sterile and cold

Furnished from IKEA

But, it got old

Then I saw you

My breast it stirred

Heart skipping a beat

Fluttering like a bird

Now here I am

Full of emotion

Ready to cry

I love you

Do you love me too?

Won't you give me a try?

#110 Falls But Doesn't Stay Down

The little pink birds

Whirling and diving

Around my head

Should have been some indication

Of the times I had ahead

But I'm not quick

On the uptake

I seldom cook by the book

And often end up with a mistake

Maybe being run over by a car

Before I even got going

Was the best accident by far

Keeping me from even bigger things

And that's just the thing

Keeping me from things

I've never been one for that

Be it planned events

Or one night flings

With that determination

Foremost in my mind

I rolled over and climbed to my feet

Giving the panicked driver nevermind

I grab the bike's handlebar

And right it with a yank

Give it a quick look over

And kick it to life with a spank

I spare all the onlookers

One grimaced glance

Before I twist the throttle

Dump the clutch

And rejoin the dance

I've got no answers

But that will soon change

I'll cover lots of ground

And see many things

What once was lost

Will be found

#109 Makes a Run For It

There is no breath

That I can get

As I run

As fast as my feet can carry me

Away from the pain

Away from the danger

In a blind panic

I run for my life

My clothes are forgotten

In my bid for my life

I run naked and vulnerable

My feet battered and bruised

Why?

I don’t know

I don’t know how all this came about

One minute I’m happy and safe

The next I’m cast out

Stripped of my clothes

In the center of town

For all to see

Beaten with sticks and stones

I was sentenced to death

So at the first chance

I did flee

Now I can never go back

Tears run down my face

I tumble across a stream

Where to go, what to do

I can’t even think straight

My mind verging on madness

Every noise I hear

A threat, something to fear

Suddenly the dense trees disappear

Then so does the ground

I’m flying out into space

Nothing makes a sound

The last thing I see

Is a small flower

And I focus on it

The last thing I feel

Is being alone

And the chill of it

#108 Suspects Jessica Alba is Under the Bed

Lullaby

Go to sleep

My precious

There's no monster

Under your bed

To roar and keep you awake

It's just Jessica Alba

Lurking there

Amongst the dust bunnies

And dirty underwear

So sleep tight

Knowing she'll be under there

All the night

Sometimes

She might grab your ankles

Or tickle your calf

With her nails

As you get in

Or out

Of bed

But that's about it

I swear

From the Jessica Alba

Under your bed

Oh wait

I forgot

Every know and then

She might scream

Ok, maybe a lot

But shhhh, you'll get used to it

It's kind of sweet

When you think on it

How so?

Heck I don't know

All I know

Is that the Jessica Alba

That lives under your bed

MUST be fed

At least once

Every fortnight

Or she'll emerge

To feed

And that's when you might need

This stake

Keep it under your pillow

'Cause, you never know

And if that time should ever come

Just use it

To keep her at bay

Ring a bell

Or give a yell

And I'll come running

With some fresh meat

It's what she likes

Then, when all is well

She'll slip back down

And take her place

As the Jessica Alba

Under your bed

#107 Is Another BP Spill

I’m creeping

Slowly thickening

And creeping

Into the cracks

Into the ridges

I’ll slowly cover everything I can

You’re weeping

You were painting your door

Then you spilled me

And you see me seeping

Into the ground

Onto the pavement

And making a permanent mark

There’s nothing keeping

Me held back

You were too slow

And now I can grow

This puddle of paint

Named me

Has a life of it’s own

But now you’re peeping

All around the garage

And you’ve found

Some paint thinner

And I’m worried

I might get thinned out

Washed out

Scrubbed from existence

Life is fleeting

One day in a can

Then on a brush

Once on the floor

Now all sopped up

Where to now?

Who knows

We’ll see what tomorrow brings