weather vain jesus
do u ever feel as if u are positioned at the portal?
where on limpid nights u can peer into god’s black
heart look what he did to poor Job after all CG Jung
spent 40 yrs. studying the book of Job and i have spent
30 yrs. studying carl gustav so i picked up Job one sticky
and i still shout
near obscenities at a diety who plays russian
roulette with measly humanlife we who watch tv shows like:
dr. pimple popper +the apprentice in a world where orange don
is prez +people are beginning to rattle their cages the deplorables
not so much ditto don’s his inner circle
their cages involve lockdowns +common showers where god massages
kinks in necks but back to old job i rail at a god who treats my life as
if it is his it isn’t yet though the cage door remains open i haven’t
noticed for at least 61 yrs. i am nobody’s puppet god!
except my mum’s whose anxiety commensurate with her beauty causes
twitching + wet-ish dreams of freedom job survived your treachery now
get ur paws off me a workingclass girl with 32 pairs of shoes 26 are pink
and no one is interested in something i didn’t do
..spidey sense is tingling..
and i may even notice the open door