Jesus, If
by james bezerra
Jesus, if
he came back or
ever existed,
would roll
on in in
Salvation Army red leather
jacket, three bullet holes
in the back.
We’d order a round,
laugh about Romans,
do shots
through his hand holes.
He’d think
we’re bonding
and we
would be,
but him with us
not
us with him.
Last call
and we’d all
stumble quickly away,
drunk ducks in the night
giggling soggily.
Stick him with
the tab.
The prostitutes and tax collectors
he’s used to
ain’t got nothen’
on us.
.
.
.
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