He spoke of God
In a lucid whisper,
Probing questions rolling
Off his manic tongue
Like the crunching wheels of a train
Well-rehearsed in the verses
Of the Good Book,
And the third rail...
Having failed shock therapy
And the system,
He rambles in public spaces,
Eyes glazed by the passionate brush
Of a missionary
Who missed his calling...
By a manic mile...
As he smiles
On the corner of Bliss
And Insanity...
Switching seamlessly
From:
Probing preacher
To:
Choir teacher
To:
Sister Hillary...
The hand-waving,
Foot-stomping sister Hillary
From a baptist chapel near you...
Watch this,
Dear commuters,
On the 5 to 9 patrol...
This train runs Express
From Hopeville to Reality,
Local to Utopia,
And derails at Bellevue...
This probing preacher/
*** choir teacher/
*** foot-stomping sister,
Rambling on the corner of Bliss
And Insanity...
Could be you!
~ Pablo
(#TheThirdRail)
2/22/2014
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
He spoke of God
In a lucid whisper,
Probing questions rolling
Off his manic tongue
Like the crunching wheels of a train
Well-rehearsed in the verses
Of the Good Book,
And the third rail...
Having failed shock therapy
And the system,
He rambles in public spaces,
Eyes glazed by the passionate brush
Of a missionary
Who missed his calling...
By a manic mile...
As he smiles
On the corner of Bliss
And Insanity...
Switching seamlessly
From:
Probing preacher
To:
Choir teacher
To:
Sister Hillary...
The hand-waving,
Foot-stomping sister Hillary
From a baptist chapel near you...
Watch this,
Dear commuters,
On the 5 to 9 patrol...
This train runs Express
From Hopeville to Reality,
Local to Utopia,
And derails at Bellevue...
This probing preacher/
*** choir teacher/
*** foot-stomping sister,
Rambling on the corner of Bliss
And Insanity...
Could be you!
~ Pablo
(#TheThirdRail)
2/22/2014
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