the second coming ... with great apologies to Yeats and aging hippies everywhere

the second coming ... with great apologies to Yeats and aging hippies everywhere i'm slouching towards Bethlehem riding on a ragged and rough beast that someone left to die of dehydration by the side of the road but not to worry i fixed the critter up with a couple of raspberry Dasanis i had stashed in my rack pack and before the sun melted and turned the sky into a Jackson Pollock we were good to go i think i'm high on the pot i was Goodwill smoking off some guy one stall over in the Starbuck's john a couple of days ago or it could be i'm just dizzy from the smell of oil wells burning on the horizon yeah, i know huge brain bummer and a real echo-disaster not to mention all the grannie four-wheelers that could use that oil over in Armerica but what the hell it's Judgement Day anyway the end of the world and all that huh? yep, me too at first i thought it was just a joke but when the dead guys in the burned out jeeps started getting fiddly like Captain Jack's pirates and began swapping out batteries from the toasted Mercedes turn-over wrecks into up-armoured Humvees well, i figured fork and spoon this is going to get bad real bad and if it's a joke well it's like way more tragicosmic than funny don't ya think? unless maybe you can hitch a ride on the cool white cloud bank that Jesus is driving around here somewhere like He's chauffeuring a triple-x stretch white limo as He cruises at a serious low altitude and circles the world once or twice to pick up the strays before heading off to paradise OK believe what you want i'm telling you that the omega king swung by here for sure maybe just 22 minutes ago but i waved him on by 'cause hell i'm not really into hitching much anymore and sure he's a good looking dude even without the beard but i figured at the time there might be more chicks on the road Copyright © Kennedy James, 2009. All rights reserved.