Suburban Saturday

When Jesus Christ himself descendsand that will be when all timeends. Clock watching?it has me by the second hand, cards,I agree towin one, deal one, buy one, steal one,seal one in an envelope and hope to Godthat it arrives before the last post. Was it Saturday?I couldn’t saythe days all melt into onebut we go…

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The loft

If we burn it down around us andjust pretend that God has found uswe could end this torment now. ah,but the fear has set upon usso we sit and suffer, silent,instead of getting up and out thereand screaming at the Devil. it all comes home to roost whenreligion is your pigeon…

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Full beam

Not a superhighwaybut a motorwaynot that it matterseither wayit’s just another meansof getting to whereand I do believewe’re getting there. The journey is often longerthan the roads you travelalonga wise man once told me. It is sometimes off the beaten’where you meet themgolden momentsandI am glad to sayI’ve met a few among the meadows,drinking in…

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