Jesus Glue

A Literary Giant.
Even christ wore A crown.
(She) sees the world as a fire
sees the truth As cats see the
fence

Behind a wall of momentum hides
a frown so wide

A high so stern
A Fetish so public
and i repeat;
Where is the gold and who painted it?

Where is the blame and who placed it?
when does the answer pose
a question bold enough that it
discovers itself?

There is a messiah crawling on his knees
Among the sick and battered
needy.
Theres ships making there way
down a long line of lips.

your Irony speaks many volumes
to me
A wedding ring by the sink birthed
a pothole at my feet
allow me to repent
condemn me when I speak
for the light i follow
blindly swollows souls
the souls of the wolves
(even christ wore a crown)