
By Roland Michel Tremblay
Featured Writer
Dandelion Salad
The Marginal
24 April, 2009
In history
At some point or another
Someone just reaches critical stardom
Preaching some sort of distorted love
Some sort of distorted truth about the world
This is referred to
As going through a Jesus-Christ’s phase
Many people die as a consequence
And the star eventually usually regrets
Ever going through that phase
I think I have just reached
My very own
Jesus-Christ’s phase
I’ve grown a beard
I’ve grown long hair
I no longer brush my teeth
Boy, do I smell!
I’m a preacher
Please bring me blood!
I am now preaching
To the whole world
All sorts of things
Making absolutely no sense
And when I wake up the next day
With such a hangover
From too much alcohol
From too much hallucinogenic drugs
I curse this existence
I curse the world
I curse this phase I’m going through
I curse my Jesus-Christ’s phase
All very well
That I will save this world
All very well
That I will show you salvation
All very well
That I will open up the door to the Heavens
All very well
That I will bring peace upon Earth
Without alienating the world
Without bringing destruction
Without causing a nuclear third world war
Without annihilating us all
I’m a preacher!
Please bring me blood!
All is very well
I’m just going through
My Jesus-Christ’s phase
Please pay no attention
I’ll eventually wake up
I’ll eventually understand
This world is beyond salvation
I’ll get back to Earth
Buy myself a cheesy sandwich
In Toronto Central down Church Street
Feel shame for my Jesus-Christ’s years
Just like all the hippies out there
And all those religious priests
I will see the light
As I will bring you the God of Light!
And be shot right after
No matter
How much destruction
Is required
For such a miracle
I’m a preacher!
Please bring me blood!
Oh my God!
Jesus!
I wonder
I truly wonder
Will I be able
To reach the toilet in time?
I need to get this thing out of me!
You know
I’ve never seen a flower before
What does it look like?
Please not in so many words
Remain simple
For simple minded people
Who’ve lost their mind a long time ago
Going through
Only a phase
Their very own
Jesus-Christ’s phase
Don’t you just love
To be Jesus-Christ?
Does it not feel great
To be off your head!
And save the world
In your mind?
I’m a preacher
Please draw blood
Shame it’s only a phase
Shame we’ll be ashamed of it one day
What were we thinking of
Bringing more genocides to the world?
Through our very own Jesus-Christ’s phase
After all, it was only a phase
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“Without irony, this life would hardly be worth living.”
Roland Michel Tremblay, A Poet for Human Rights
http://poetsforhumanrights.ning.com/profile/RolandMichelTremblay
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