We're Well In To Summer and Things are Showing Green

We’re well in to summer

And things are showing green

The new strand of fence stands out

A reminder of new and days long passed

I look at things undone

Then to those I’ve done

I’m learning to not dwell

It’s been cloudy

But the sun’s back tomorrow

In a few days we head to Alaska

Lots of energy remains

Many more years of travel

Though the house is older

And we its long residents

And the expression on my face

Is out of control from a trauma

Unnamed, unremembered

Just now as the sun came out

It began to rain

I don’t know anymore

Which clothes to wear

Which friends to keep

Which ones have let me go

I sip red tea

Notice the clutter

A fungus growth on the table

Where I write

Few signs of where the big tree fell

They patched things up

Sowed a few seeds

And for a while more

We are back in business

Growing noses and ears

Decaying teeth

Remembering what?

But…

We’re well in to summer

And things are showing green

Somebody Else's House

It’s somebody else’s house

Inside walls painted odd colors

Cooking smells foreign

Other subjects come up

The car we’re in rides funky

I’m quiet unless talked to

All eyes are on me

They’re right at home

While I'm melting in the pot

They like camo and ammo

I’m like WTH

This has been my story

More often than not

The places I go

It’s like somebody else’s house

If Twitter and Facebook had been around when Jesus died

Imagine how twitter would have lit up if it had been around when Jesus died on the cross, to say nothing of the resurrection. One single solitary sojourner from Nazareth would have trended twice in three days. Word of his passing and rapid rejuvenation would have rocked the nations. Imagine all the Friday Facebook posts: 

RIP Jesus, please keep Mary and Joseph, his parents in your prayers.

Or

All you haters satisfied now? They’ve killed my lord and savior. RIP son of man.

Or

Headline link: Jesus takes hissop, delivers final sermon to thief on the cross to his right and gives up the ghost.

Then, on Sunday morning: OMG, Jesus is not in his tomb. Developing story. See link below.

Or on Twitter:

Jesus is risen! My text feed popping.

Craz s**t, Jesus be gone from his tomb, wassup with that?

Or

IMHO they'll find Jesus’ body in the river Jordan or somewhere, peeps don’t come back from no dead, sorry; god or no god.

Or

Enuf of this Jesus has risen crap, I’m not believing it till I see it.

Or

I wonder if Judas Iscariot will have to return the money now that Jesus has come back alive, ROTFLMAO!!

Or

My prayers were answered. Jesus is alive, he is alive, he is alive!

The more sanguine NY Times would have published his obituary headline as: 

Jesus, some called Christ, dead at 33!

Only to report in three days: 

Jesus’ body reported missing from tomb!

I think it was probably better having James and John do the reporting. Legends grow better given a little time and shrouded in a little mystery.

28

Of all the ages I've been

I think I miss 28 the most

I thought, ran, wrote, joked,

Sung, dreamed, talked, looked, remembered

As only a 28 year-old can

My second favorite age is...

How old am I?

Mirrors

My father’s eyes

His church

My mother’s mind

Her courage

My wife’s strength

Her patience

My daughter’s life

Her wisdom

My friends’ breadth

Their depth

This ocean’s size

Its scope

The looking glass

That face

My eyes

Me?

JC's A Good Ole Boy

Jesus is from the south of the United States

Or at least that’s where I hear his heart is these days

When we see him for the first time

His outstretched hands will be dangling with emeralds, rubies and sapphires

In his right ear lobe will be a 1/2 carat diamond earring and in his left

Well there will be no earring in his left lobe

But around his neck will be a diamond cross

Which would retail at J.C. Penney's for well over $4500.00

Around his waist will be a solid gold belt

And on the buckle will simply be the initials J.C.

           

From the characterizations I have heard of him

I suspect Jesus will be tone deaf, when it comes to the arts

Rather he will be a collector of Elvis memorabilia

A card-toting member of the NRA

And he will bowl Monday and Thursday nights

In two different leagues

He will be very soft around the middle from a lack of exercise

Not from the consumption of beer

His only vice will be the occasional glass of wine, for medicinal purposes

Jesus will drive an Eldorado with bull horns as the hood ornament

His front license plate will be a rebel flag

On his back bumper the confederate flag will appear again

And beside it will be the words, Heritage not Hate

The wonderful lord Jesus Christ will be partial to boiled peanuts from roadside stands

And my god, will he ever be able to put away the vittles

His favorite Sunday dinner will be crispy fried chicken

With black-eyed peas, creamed potatoes, corn bread and a glass of sweet ice tea

Jesus will have quit high school in the eleventh grade to help work in the fields

But he will have obtained his G.E.D. at night

He will not be the smartest as far as book sense

But he will be eat up with common sense

Give him a broke plough and he will have it back together and sharp as a razor within a few hours

Jesus will have the expected scars in his hands, head, feet and side

Where he had the run in with the Romans

But he will also have this mysterious scar across his cheek

That no one can ever remember hearing him talk about

Rumor being he got it in a knife fight at a night spot just outside Gethsemane

I suspect he will have absolutely no patience with anybody

Not willing to work hard for an honest wage

He will be registered a Democrat

But the last Democratic presidential candidate he will have voted for would be Jimmy Carter

Allowing how the Democrats have just "strayed too far from the scriptures"

 

Instead of sandals, he will have picked him up a nice pair of snake-skin boots at Sam's Wholesale Club

And hanging around his rear view mirror will be a St. Christopher medallion

And a pair of dice he got as a souvenir from a riverboat casino

In other words, you have probably already met him

If you live anywhere in the U.S. South

You just might not have known it was him

Cause Jesus is a good ole boy that likes to go along to get along

And the last thing he wants to do is bring attention to his self