good friday
good grief is more than Charlie Brown flat on his back
ready to rise again & take another whack at it while
Lucy readies to yank the ball away again & maybe
Jesus should take the hint & show up at a bar mitzvah
or ordination or ship launch & declare a do-over because
we've fucked it up so much the past few thousand years
but we all know ICE would wrestle Him to the ground in
seconds & deport His Ass back to Nazareth & maybe
they already have which would explain some things in
this timeline that can't be explained by the stupidity
of the average voter like the way dead bugs cling to
windshields when you're driving too fast too late at night
& suddenly feel the urge to pee but can't because there're
no exits on this highway except the destination & the road-
sides are filled with ticks & trash you don't want touching
your junk as you do your business so you just keep going,
pedal to the metal, hoping you'll arrive before your bladder
bursts but the road just keeps going & going & going
& all you have is thoughts & prayers & piss streaming
down your leg like the big wet American dream refilling
the Salton Sea or the Great Salt Lake, as if there is enough
piss and tears to resuscitate a broken god sacrificed on
the altar of American commerce & mom's sweet apple pie
but as long as we keep lobbing jets & missiles at the Middle
East, well, who knows, maybe the Christ will come again
but this time just to concentrate on His woodworking skills