| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| jesus i dreamed i was jesus floating like a log out to sea i dreamed i was jesus the hands of whores caressing my thighs i dreamed i was jesus with amnesia in a white desert, cold, barren i dreamed i was jesus broadcasting a monday night football game from a pit of snakes i dreamed i was jesus and stood as the sentinel for a morphine-induced crowd i dreamed i was jesus australia was my spawn i dreamed i was jesus the greenskeeper at a private club in carmel or perhaps chesapeake i dreamed i was jesus of all elvis impersonators i dreamed i was jesus in a santa claus suit telling dirty jokes to salvation army bellringers christ, i laughed as if the weight of the cross or this damn sack of toys had been taken from my shoulder i dreamed i was jesus leader of the black parade i dreamed i was jesus and heard marauding armies chant my name i dreamed i was jesus with a charles manson swastika carved into my forehead and a musician's blister on my finger i dreamed i was jesus the altar boy paying homage to myself i dreamed i was jesus the pornographer adoring flesh hammer i dreamed i was jesus my mother, a drunk beauty and dad, all wrong i dreamed i was jesus gnawing on the bones of jeffrey dahmer i dreamed i was jesus as a young girl with freckles sprinkled on her cheeks i dreamed i was jesus a rooster in the hen house a grey ghost in a foxhole i dreamed i was jesus on a weekend binge afraid to take the nails shouldn't i be allowed to douse my sins in spirits instead? i dreamed i was jesus in tight red spandex with a pitchfork and no last name i dreamed i was jesus drinking wine from the upturned skulls of our ancestors i dreamed i was jesus looking down from my bloody crucifix and laughing i dreamed i was jesus slowly nodding out in a booth at an all-night diner when a waitress nudged my shoulder i awoke grunted and forgave no one |
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Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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