Judas

 

Judas is my priest,

 but I’m Tabrizi’s and Rumi’s Murid too

aren’t I

Always banging at their door

Singing songs, they abhor

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Just open the bleedin door I’m here

to blare all and be naked

 

I’m figuring out this blasted life

Oh! God its such fuckin strife isn’t it

 

Ill figure it out sooner or later

Soon enough.

 

-          Iz a wanderin and bumpin,

 fallin and standin,

 dodgin and grudgin,

 all sat in my place never a budgin –

 

no more of those rayons and districts that tore up my innards

May the spark of rebellion never change - may our passion never wane - may our hearts stay the same

I’d had what I thought were grand Epiphanies of strange gestures:

Let’s save a part of me with this blunt knife

But that’s not life is it?