"He is Risen," my Good Old Mom Would Proclaim

I’m not spiritual worth a damn, but

OMG religious as hell. No no: the

other way round: not religious worth

a damn, but spiritual as hell. Hell with

it: not worth a damn. Just  describing,

is all. Wretch like me.

I can’t speak for other religions but in my

opinion the language of Christianity, its 

various franchises & pious preacherly  talk 

pretty much eclipses its spirit & double-

edged holysmokes & o my gawd sword. 

Where’s Flannery when we need her?

Remember how wasted disco got in the late 

70’s? Abuse by over use. It happens. 

Cliché’s-out.  And it does no good to go 

retro and talk like a prophet—abominations 

& depravities. Might as well wear bell bottoms

and expect respect. 

“My Ego’s  crucified,” my  old man would 

explain. “It’s beyond me.”  Thy will be done 

like it or not hap happening happily. .

Do I presume? I am large. I contain multitudes.