The Roommate (Rant)

My roommate takes me there; he squishes me

Like toothpaste through a tube and teleports me to that tragic night

Believers would rather not be reminded of but are grateful nonetheless;

That night when the clueless Judas

Forgive-Him-For-He-Didn’t-Know-What-He-Did

Received his 30 pieces of silver and inadvertently saved us all.

He takes me to that hot, sober, angry earth, dirty orange cloudless Monday morn

(I DARE YOU CHALLENGE ME)

When our poor Christ was hoisted up on reluctant beams of ancient wood

That hadn’t done anything wrong other than be nearest the poor

Old man with mouths to feed and an axe to grind who hacked

Through their flesh and prepped them up

For the grim business they were fated to carry out.

My roommate takes me there; takes me to that space that wafts

Of dry-spit sneezes in my direction and unchecked B.O wafting through folds of

I-Once-Knew-Him-But-Now-I-Am-Not-Sure.

He takes me there with my arms bound taut behind me and my legs

Kicked from under me that I free-fall into the filth of his processes

And I cannot even twitch away the fat flies buzzing around me.

I cannot speak for the welt-forged decorum burned into my flesh

With my dad’s generous leather belt and my mum’s lethal Stare-Me-Downs.

He has taken me there and I have arrived. Such a state I am in.

I am frothing at the mouth with just the right amount of bile

Balanced not to choke me while I am at it.

I am twitching in the eye and it has nothing to do with the teasing

Floodgates testing my resolve. I am twitching in the arm

And jerking in the leg with that

Somebody-Please-Hold-Me-Before-I-Shit-Myself

Kind of feeling but I know this time, there won’t be any saviours.

They nailed the last one on the cross in such a manner

That there haven’t been any takers since

Any second now I will unleash the dragon on him.

Somebody read him his last funeral rights and somebody

Give the boy some parchment so he can pen his last will and testament.

He makes for good kindle tonight.