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Jesus visit you soon
Buddha visit you too
He will kick you down stairs of that girl's
apartment in East Omaha
He will show Terry J. where you live
so Terry talk to you about money
Remember way Terry said brass knuckles?
He will bring your pasty white palsied
hand knock on some curious doors
Voices behind the doors will not be
conjugating Greek verbs
He will show you ladder made of bones
yellow bones & blue bones
He will not call you Professor or Sir
He will tell you to crawl up on cross
to see the view
He might laugh when the sun rises Might not
He will hand you a cobra and tell you
it's a telescope
He will slide you the wood bucket with
the stale wine
He might have spare needle or fishing hook
He will fill your plate with unbelievable
words in alphabet soup
He will keep saying Translate better
He will push the word human off the blackboard
From Smoke No 51 (Winter 2003)
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