Dead Man Talking

Dead Man Talking.
 
Dead Man Talking Indeed!
Having eaten some body of
Christ so to speak, washed
in the blood of the lamb, as
it were: it is not I but Christ-
in-me: my monkey shines &
tom-foolery. Where  are the
clowns? I say. There ought to
be clowns.  Dirty work.
 
The Great I AM kind of talk:
a template & deep  grammar,
program language & not user-
friendly:  generating  surface
sentences, life-style &
conversation.
 
To uncover &  expose  collapses
the temple, so to speak, in
manners  of  speaking—
apocalyptic & 
profane:
 
Caesarean short-cuts
 annihilating the agon
of full labor deliveries
born again & again.
 
Conviction of Sin
 
What it means to be damned:
it means damaged & damaging
every move I make, step I take;
mere description is all: is what
it is & it’s the denial and cover-
up that generates the bozone.
 
Bull in a china shop, bumper
cars: beep beep here I  come
oops, o my, sorry , excuuuuse
me.  Oprah don’t mind if I call
it wounded & vulnerable but
damaged and damaging is
what it is. If I do or don’t.