Radio silence
Unmedicated manic hybris
Working like a horse
Gray like a Warsaw wednesday
I’m in mental exile like Martin Luther
I fish by the canal every day
And pray for the PLO
My wife will give birth to my daughter
I spend two hours in the gun store
Every father of a daughter should own an AR
Contextual criticism of our being
would be that we are idiots in our own right
standing in paralysis
like a quail in the grand canyon
looking at a gloomy sky
listening to sweeping wind
lying before our eardrums
now sickened and appalled by the icons
of the western sphere
all rot denominations and orders
juiced up on political revival
and government gunshots gunshots gunshots
while we are but men with hatchets in forests how foolish to think
-“the world is not bought”
how ignorant to presume
-“all people are not shit”
instead we brake their broomsticks in half
then decorate our soil with their talmudic potions
and the reflected image of their black pope
indwelled in the children of our tribe trough the plague of their lies
attempting to enslave the human
I chew up their bullets and laugh
I tell them “that’s all you have?”
then I die the Cuban death
One day was
childhood like father
gone
Fifteen
dropout
gang violence
grams of hashish
found new testament
rooftop narcs
running
visions
Stars above like bullet wounds
heart streaming like Jordan river
when she overflows in spring time
like my faith in yesteryears
Frost white girl’s forearm
left hand path-tattoo
pitch black pangs
A Danish man tells that his first love
was a finnish cleaning lady with a knife in her purse
at a hotel in Helsingør 1974
I take a mouthful of steaming coffee and nod listening
translating his accent into swedish
palm trees outside wallow in the wind
blue stained glass surrounds us
and bouquets of white lilies
beneath the portrait of the princess
(A Palestinian liberation theology)
God is a Palestinian man
On the town square in Nablus
Selling oranges and olive oil
To feed the family
Truth is a man from Nazareth
In him the Godhead dwells in full
This is a mystery and a shock
This is objective truth
God reigns the sea of Galilee
God is as a fisher at your door
Salvation is a free gift of grace
By faith you receive your life jacket
We live outside of Eden
Stuck in the gutter of sin
All of our friends are already dead
Without Christ we would grow old alone
I am a Palestinian man
God dwells in me
I have received salvation by grace
I am lonely but never alone
Christians laugh when I read them the Bible
“Such a thing God never said!”, they say.
“And if he did – he didn’t mean it like that!”, they add.
“But if he meant it like that, then you’re taking it out of context!” they scoff.
“Well, if it’s in context, the Bible isn’t literal!”, they mock.
But they only mock the Lord God who said it.
…early light arises over fragile mountains
wrapped in a blanket of the purest nordic snow
thin like frost on the birch trees
by the glade where we played as children
glowing as the lake at noon
where treasures of pasts slumbers beneath
the surface of what we became
you halt for a while to hear the whisper
that tells you plainly
“It is all an allegory”
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