Benji games

He did the hand waving tempo thing again

With muted voice and projection through nostrils

Pretending to know what he’s doing

With that pious man bun and beard on display

So I waved back with my left hand and finger

Waiting for him to notice what I was doing

I would have shouted, 

‘Hey! Dick with ears! 

Stop pretending you know what you’re doing!’

But we all were mid-prayer

And it’s not like I’m hiding my feelings anymore

So a prolonged hand wave back sufficed for now

I even wrote in the book of petitions

'Stop pretending there is no problem’

I don’t expect any confrontation

But even then I'd ask what the problem is

And if one points a finger

I’ll simulate his retarded hand waving tempo gesture

with my right hand

Dust ye shall return

I wonder why it matters

if we don’t get our buttholes

and bellybuttons back

Does one really need a particle 

of the shell that once was food for the worms?

Will we need barbers, doctors, and cobblers too? 

What if people imagined

a world with only one return

and one promise

transpiring long ago?

Supposedly this tenet is serious

Sheepherders are looking 

for moving targets

It’s not just concerning

It’s very concerning

They will hunt you down

and dismember you 

It will be horrific

Even God won't be able to reassemble you on the last day.

Imagine bodies absorbed 

by tree roots 

and fire

Another chopped 

into pieces 

by car crash or grenade

Others chewed 

and digested 

by bears

sharks

and politicians

Wandering organs

reassembled into earth

Centuries of worms 

Shitting out the flesh of saints

Then the Scriptures 

will finally 

be fulfilled

The last Adam returns 

as promised 

to the adamah

Lord have mercy

 

In this year of one next to another

We all chose together

But before we filled our bellies with lobster and banana tempura

I said ‘done’ in sudden silence and darkness

I was finished before the image of God, too.

I threw it all away below peels not quite good enough

Not even for worms

Again, I should have seen this coming

What the hell

I saw this coming from the beginning

But now it’s done

Done

I quit

I can’t breathe

It’s just foolish

I’ve been here before

Just not with mist and breath

My heart tightens in my chest

I could have hid longer

She deserves better

The three do too

May I sing

Again

Love

In this eleventh year,

On this night we all shared?

4015

Eleven years today

You would have loved her

It’s too bad you only met her mom

I’m not surprised by that though

She only ever seems to care about others

She only ever seems to open arms wide

She only ever seems to lavish God’s praise

To craft another position paper in her mind

Like your ex with his fantasy family

Please tell Jesus I love him

Eleven years today

Anaversery

 

You are

the reason I write

the inspiration I snuggle

the poem of poems

the treasure of this story

words can't describe

Living the Dream

 

A glimmer of hope

A sliver of salvation

A blip of baptisms

Eighty six in one day

Some random dude I don't know

Is excited

Please pray

Your little cult made this possible

Your free labor made this possible

Tomorrow, more will be saved

Eighty six more, all because of you

Some random dad I don't know

Look at you

Living the dream

The Real Jesus