god sent jesus down to find what
the good people of the world knew about
pure joy, new jazz expressionism
he never meant for it to be a big deal
so
jesus eschewed his customary flaming chariot
and came down through a vagina instead.
there was a bit of waiting time (childhood is
a drag) when he got there and he felt his hands
and they were real so that was good enough.
so god sent jesus to go apple-picking he
picked fresh fruit and threw them at pedestrians
through the sunroof of the baptist's volvo.
judas was always making a fuss but he was
the brightest of the gang, you know? its
really a shame he ended up washedout and ruined -
one day we went to the skatepark and
jesus played his music (he was into real weird
stuff at the time none of us knew how to explain it
except to listen to it) and the young kids looked
scared so we chased them off with loud shouts.
i don't really know how i got along in
the whole scheme of things but jesus was
there and he kept on saying yes god sent
me here and this is the right thing
for us.