"Yellow Jesus" ©
by alexandra palombit
Plastic wrapped, the best is marked.
Through its layers teeth pull the precious blue.
Unfolded filled with powdered mess.
A golden brown on silver spoon.
A liquid death, we stir on point.
As we prepare the plight
Cleansed through clouds, the butterfly soars.
Fueled and calling,
as we bite down on broken wings.
I’ve got my yellow jesus,
I’ve got all the faith I need right here in vein,
so hold on tight.
A silver point to break the skin,
any easy mark we seek.
A game for some to find the way,
but tracks will lead us home.
Destination, pull it back.
Luscious red floats through.
Push him forward, yellow Jesus.
Head back. Arms to side. i’ve got all the faith I need,
right here in vein. So hold on tight as I Fall back,
on the cushion of our crosses.
In bursts of hell our eyes explode.
we see our god in vein and beg,
“Heaven help us, “
we accept each nail in hand.
