can you do that for me . . . it only cost a dollar down the street

can you do that for me . . . it only cost a dollar down the street

dollars for crosses at flea markets

jewelry stores and the such

ambiguous self explanative meanings attached

and perhaps the directions

note :

put cross around your neck

and hang your self

that you may die

and live again ..

the path to resurrection

not realizing

death is required

that one may be borne

again ?

and again . .

i die daily

and i would more often

if i could

it is the only way

to get rid of the poison

that keeps reinfecting my heart

cast the shadows

of dispersion upon me

and give me reason

to take this life

before i take yours

the fleeting pleasures of retribution

offers no solution

to the eternal woes

of my soul

duly noted

you goaded me in to that

causing me to hate your ass

a plausible excuse

but let us go to defcon 3

hear me

and label it reason

another fable

laced with

justifiable insanity perhaps

for this is but

a contextual asylum . . .isn’t it ?

inanely put

my chap

said the jester to the rabbit

while mentally masturbating

in Alice’s construal dream

who’s hole was it ?

the abysmal sickness

were put into the blankets

by those who thought themselves

civilized

calling us savages

go figure

and they bore crosses too

mean time during the age

where sages burned “witches”

with Red Hair . .

they were witches weren’t they ?

it doesn’t matter

as long as we got the lesson

what lesson you ask

it’s simple

grab your cross

and put it around your neck

and voluntarily

give up your life

can you do that for me ?

it only cost a dollar down the street

© Easter 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.