What’s bugging me is that monochrome monitor swarming with locusts. These plagues and exodus. Just crawling all across that screen with letters and munching in pixels like Egypt’s crops. Flour. It parables with no yeast whatsoever. It was made as mean old loaf for the multitudes, but solo, like dusty in my mouth. Where’s the rising?

Rubber bands have lost all of their Samson-like strength. They’ve just gone limp. Goliath’s faith did. There’s no snap to bind my scrolls of woe together. These crockpots are just sitting around idle. It’s just like talents buried. Matthew warning me and haunting me. Stew the gifts. Don’t hide them under a bushel. Anunnaki fumes. Babble smoke rises. Stink.

Pride seeping in. Confusing my tongue. Across this earthly domain. Words sleeping between meanings. It’s like Eden’s serpent. Truth slithering off. Leaving my mind. A gallon of half-eaten thoughts. J.J. Walker in the garden. Snatched my Proverbs quip. Dino-mite was my wisdom nugget. Now it’s his. I’m just a fool on the hill.

Toaster oven’s acting like a golden calf these days. All willful and hot and demanding worship with every slice. Devil’s yelling at me through the toaster oven. Satan’s voice roaring from the coals. My bread’s still burnt.

Time is all tangled in revelation scrolls.

Gravity and hours bend away, groan. End days messing with my sundial’s count. Jonah’s whale keeps spitting up my mail. Letters all drenched in fishy brine. Straight from Nineveh’s depths. Can’t read a soggy word of it. Gas stations, toilet, paper wax squares mock my cleansing. Metal holder gleams at me like Judas Silver but the brittle little sheets.

Betray my hope for purity as I sit on the bowl. My brain might as well be vegetables. Nebuchadnezzar’s fields. My thoughts sprout like Daniel’s wild herbs. Am I a man or a cabbage grazing in Babylon’s dirt? My blood made me drunk like Noah’s wine. Veins fermenting with Genesis juice. Stumbling through my days. Vineyard full.

We’re just sardines in a tin. Kidding cousins like Lot’s clan. Packed tight in Sodom’s can. Our closeness is breathing just too cozy. We’re all turning to salt. Roller skating in hell to a heat beach torment. Gliding on fiery rinks with the rich man’s flames. Dancing to Lazarus’ beat. My soul scorched.

Sperm are just sea monkeys in Eve’s belly. Swimming free. Genesis seed turned into brine shrimp in her womb. Now I’m wondering what I’ll be. Elevator ride to heaven while purgatory’s just a coat room? Ascending to glory like Elijah’s chariot? Hell no, I’m stuck in Limbo’s closet checking coats for lost souls.

Strange Indian man at my window made me powder the damn house. His gaze was like Balom’s angel. I threw baby powder everywhere. Now my home’s a dusty Moab. Damn ghost escaped out of my car’s AC. Leaving it a tomb. Spirits fled like Samuel’s shade. Hot air blows from Sal’s folly. There’s no cool for this weary soul.

My air conditioner don’t work at all.

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