What is it then
what do you want and
when do you want it?

Religion?
ask the pontiff.

Sunday fails me again
the clang of the bell and
the fall of the rain and the
vicar crying Jesus as if he's
the one in pain.

I have no idea
how I got here
where it began
whether he was a man or
a god or the son of a god
or just plain old fashioned
odd, but it seems to me
that if he was all that he'd
of got a pat on the head and
not nailed to some planks
for the
rank and file to file past
and for the cranks to decry him.

Not being keen on the
reverend or the chapel
scene
I take a scenic walk through
the rubble and grime and take
time out for
a talk with myself.

And sometimes I understand
and others I don't what
I want and want it when,
but then again and then
again and Sunday fails me
yet when I look closely
I am really not sure.