Sunday Morning Jesus

A Sunday morning Jesus on a television flickering, burning and imprinting, leading and feeding false misery into somber mouths. Serving philosophies of dry bones until tongues are stale, panting, yelping, bowed down on all fours to get fucked in falling down on bended knees and my legs are bleeding. My elbows are breaking, my spine is weak, my veins are open and hollow like his.