Crucifix On Wheels

Why must sin always be

so frickin subjective

and hopelessly time sensitive?

Such is the fickle nature

of modern morality...

There just ain't no consistency...

Which only adds to the anxiety

of trying to live saintly

in the 21st Century 

Number One

Knots in my hair
and I don't care
cause I ain't going nowhere...

Not doing a Zoom
or Facetime any time soon...

I am retired from being seen...

No more issues with self esteem...

On this island where I be King

Prayer of Public Affirmation

When I read about tragedy

from the safety of my secure bunker...

I lay on thick the social media empathy...

"Pray for this"

  

"Hearts for that" 💓💓  

Damn.... Ain't I long distance compassionate?

Like all the other scrub hypocrite saints...

Fishing for mass kudos in a dark sea of misery

Lingering Pandemic

Been existing in our escape pods so long...

Temporary has become the norm...

Hard to say once this storm dissipates 
if we'll ever be able to cleanly escape
and find our way back to our displaced lives..

One thing everyone deep down knows...

Things will never be the same

Transition Condition

This sure feels like transition
though I'm not quite certain
exactly from whence we came
and have even less of a clue
of the destination we be going to

Spinning Wheels

My equilibrium
has been skewing off center
for longer than I can remember...

This internal deformity
really use to bother me...

Not easy being dizzy perpetually
but I reconciled my misalignment
with a tilted world so out of balance
my vertigo became permanently part

of the community spin

The Good Fight

We came to fight injustice...

Armed only with righteous indignation
and our morally pure intentions

into the breach we charged
but the scope of enemy prejudices

were far too pervasive
to be easily contained or restrained...

So we had to recalibrate our mission
and limit our battle to local hatreds

that fell within the narrow confines

of our leveraged sphere of influence