JESUS FREAK


He’d holler, “AMEN!”
And clap his large hands
Vigorously.

Yet, at night
he’d come to me
and sex me in the dark’s mystic silence.

Every Sunday,
he’d smile and wink
at all the pretty young sistas
donned in cheap, tight skirts

Yet, he’d enthusiastically
put in his minuscule offering
and shake
the Reverend’s hand.

In his solitudes,
he’d burn his nose hairs
with the white stuff
and conceal his stash
before the day’s revelation.

And they thought
he was a Good Man
a man in Church,
a man in the WORD.

and he was a good man for me.
Singing “Hallelujah”, “Praise the Lord”
and “Preach it, Reverend So-and-So” .

That Holy-Rollin’, hand-clapping,
double-sided mother---
(and don’t you know
you couldn’t swear around him?)





Doped up
and in a violent rage
throwing up his arms
and lashing out
“Shut the fuck up!” he’d shout.

The Holy-Roller.
Mr. Right.
Hand-shaking, hymnal-holding ,choir-singing,
“God bless”ing, Bible-thumper
who had no place to live

Because no one wanted
a Freeloader, a Womanizer,
a Druggie, a broke-ass,
a Pretender.

No one.

Not even me.