“Jesus Rose”

I stand at the waterline
watching the horizon,
ready to be destroyed.
But the forecast hasn't called
for asteroids
in as long as I
remember
and I don't have time
to wait for the tide to come
swallow me.
I have a party to attend
in an hour and everyone
is depending on me
to bring carrot cake.
Without me,
what would be the point?
Ham? Wine?
No. Fuck that.
A party needs carrot cake
and me to bring it.
So I'll skip a stone and go
walk on water;
not be forgotten
for as long as anyone knows.

narrative poem written on 04-16-2017 by: on mattkane.com
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Jesus Rose | poem by Matt Kane Fine Art

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