WAKING UP JESUS
The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.
You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...
Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....
In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...
I try to imagine their anticipation.
Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.
I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.
Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
I WISH I COULD EXPLAIN THIS EMERGING CREATURE TO HER
I am afraid
I WILL WAKE UP
and this being I am becoming
will be gone
i'd prefer not to go back
she hates this guy and is talking like she's leaving
now after the hospital stabalized
and i feel like this new thing
confident and prowling taut
the mad scared her deep
it has yet to really hit me
or I've moved on
seeing me back compulsively slammming out words
is too close to the mania before the mad
the anger comes out in bitches over the small shit
she wouldn't usually sweat
i don't feel like there is anything else I want to be doing
and there are no words for that she has ever understood
i am mourning for her already
expect to lose what you love
you always do
sooner or later
one way or another
it doesn't amount to a hill of beans