So… While the fired up congregation was seeking the little lost lamb of little Jerusalem, and while the deputy dog was sniffing and barking up the tree of the itinrate false prophet, and so as the psyched out sidekick was stumbling through the locust thicket - after having left open the gate to Chubby Davis’ goat pasture - while the local lowriders played forty dogs and dominos - and then again while the puppy was pouting and the deputy doubting what the prophet was spouting - while new crowds were assembling, into what was by then resembling a genuine artist's rendering of a free concert featurnig the Baldwin Sisters and the “Daughters of Eve” review. And while the preacher was mumbling while I myself I was fumbling - the whole experience being very humbling - Because I was the dumsumbich left the door cracked open.
Copyright © 2010 Jerry Buckley / Voice of One
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