had you had better
you would have left it
so I could take it
and love,

now, go and check Galilee,
'cause Jesus is no longer there
only wastelands and hills and
olives and pines
with a small sea for you to learn
to walk on water
peace
to keep stagnant
over quick and shifting sand,
an awareness
of loss, of dignity

and if you're fast enough
you may stand up to
time, unwilling to turn back
as time would never look around
being driven by cruel angels he feeds on
us, he feeds on vapours
and colours,
like sunshine when
it's eating up the rain

if time happens
to be on time
and brings seeds
and water
I would try

but these days
I think
sometimes
we're better off with
thoughtlessness
like hazy nights of
bordeaux wine
or heroes on a midnight train.