He was an odd sort of fellow
not all there
if you know what I mean
but neither am I
Wearing an old sailor hat
dirty windbreaker
aging shoes
he wandered around
up and down
muttering to himself
glaring eyes
darting to and fro
He stopped and looked me in the eye...
“I just might be Jesus Christ...
now what the hell would you do if I was?”
I asked him if he was
“I don’t know
but it makes you stop and think
what if I was!”
Indeed
I
so choked with self
stopped up with judgement
fused with fear
wouldn’t know the Christ
if he were a wild dog biting
me in the ass
~ zjm
