Friday, 26 July 2013

poetic fragments op. 39

Counting blue cars

“A Christ driving a blue car,”
My friend says.
Insane as he is, he can count.
He has been counting blue cars
On a crossover bridge
Before a Lion’s apartment building
For quite a while.

Why blue?
Why cars?
Those are mysterious.
Yet blue cars are certainly running
On Route 6
And he’s insane…

I’m a Christ.
I went insane, resigned,
And my family broke up.
I have such genes like these.
Genes are the cross.

The cross is the cross
Only while human beings exist.
We make them the cross.

So many Christs today:

Counting blue cars.

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