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!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Friday, June 19, 2009


Life on the Bounty
A Captain Bligh on every side

Eyes in the passing neighbors
Eyes in the sky
Eyes in phones
Look out of utube
up from Google Earth
read every internet line

everyone see's a bit of the same sky
calls it their own
everyone experiences a bit of the same god
calls it their own

you hear the undertones of violence in the news reports
the barely maintained beasts among us
out there hunting right up until they are hunted down

violence is the duty of some and the madness of most

i watch drunks and crack heads getting busted on Cops
mostly they roll in after someone has already been stabbed
and try to sort out what happened

I call the show let's watch drunks getting busted
M says one more episode of the show will push her to suicide

I see her point of course
there have been times I couldn't watch that show
like slowing down to watch a car wreck
other times I am sociopathetic,
conditioned to feel no emphathy by the bruising onslaught of Pain

the violent scenes from my stories
seem ghoulish

the real blood
makes the fake seem perverse

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