Jesus waited hours and hours, looking at his watch.
God and Nietzche hurled insults at each other,
buzzards circling around Calvary
like those sounds you hear at cockcrow
you thought only pioneers who spoke little English heard :
That was 1820s Pennsylvania, this was death’s door now,
and God’s boy waited around
as Daddy and some jumped-up German were held apart by strangers
leaping from their tables
at Sears, shouting “just cool it guys, come on…”
Jesus stared at some caves,
remembered what Johnny Cash had told him about Nickajak.
God and Nietzche had spent way too much time arguing that night,
the phone call came from Golgotha next morning,
someone tried to reverse charges
God and Nietzche hurled insults at each other,
buzzards circling around Calvary
like those sounds you hear at cockcrow
you thought only pioneers who spoke little English heard :
That was 1820s Pennsylvania, this was death’s door now,
and God’s boy waited around
as Daddy and some jumped-up German were held apart by strangers
leaping from their tables
at Sears, shouting “just cool it guys, come on…”
Jesus stared at some caves,
remembered what Johnny Cash had told him about Nickajak.
God and Nietzche had spent way too much time arguing that night,
the phone call came from Golgotha next morning,
someone tried to reverse charges
John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch.
He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.
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