Do not look up nor down. Look out.

Conversion Will Squander Blood 

When I was a Christian, a Christian

Told me about Christ, how to be

Saved.  I interrupted, told him who

I was.  There must be some mistake

In his eyes, a bent glow of conversion

Conversion, the sinner’s prayer

Bible study, onus and sin and

Feeling up Laurie Smith on the roof

Of the church while taillights on the 101  

Unzipped below, squandering

Squandering the Holy Spirit, prayer

Forgiveness, tithing my teen job to

Missions, for famines, for heaven

I don’t mean to be pedantic; worship

Your idols and demigods at will

His eyes rose porcelain and wide

To heaven and told me, “I’ll pray for you”

My devil’s horns rose, stabbing

Through his buffered soul, sucking
His bumptious Armegeddon blood

Blood lines are befuddling when born

Into a suit of human flesh. If you are

Ready you may open your eyes

Bring your attention fully back to earth

Do not look up nor down.  Look out