Don’t Even Ask

Staring at the stained steeple glass

Flesh shadowed, rippled in the color, as the people pass

A couple skaters shoot the breeze and laugh

Posted on the curb, smoking on some herb

until every single leaf of the weed is cashed

Cars speeding past, bums beatin’ black

Begging at the feet of that…

Businessman walking on his beaten path

Kill a cigarette, toss the end of the bleeding ash

down to the ground with the blowing leaves and trash

Wonder where he’d be without keys and gas?

Eating rats, sleeping underneath the pillars,

where the freeway pass


Save us all,

sure as hell Jesus can’t

But who will?

Honestly, don’t even ask