jesus is love

they said jesus is love.
funny, cuz jesus must be
one sad, lonely and confused
sack-o-shit most of the time.
poor jesus, he must be
broken and unfulfilled,
with a half-assed empty glass
of tears and long nights
at the bottom of a bottle,
stinking like an ashtray.
jesus is probably
a nina simone fan, probably
likes a good juke joint or
a long drawn out sax-trane
wailing like a lost siren.
yeah, jesus probably knew
his cross was coming down
the road, the devil was waiting
there on the corner,
hammer and nails in hand
ready to turn his world
inside out so his guts were
in his throat and his heart
sank into the dirt.
poor old jesus, i feel for him,
i feel like him sometimes,
crucified by trust and cryin
out to heaven, but instead of a
miracle, it just rains and pours,
and next thing you know
you're waking up from being
dead.
now ain't that some shit?
maybe we will find heaven.