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by Jeph Johnson

I clutched my
Bukowski book
and ran in the rain
to the bus
-
I wasn't drunk yet
and flashed my pass
accordingly
while climbing aboard
the nineteen.
the one that makes a trek
past the Christian college,
sixteen churches and
a Trinity television station
on on its way from
my house
to the bar
-
a college kid with a baseball cap
turned around
turned around
and the symbolic fish emblazoned
on his crown
witnessed to the lady
in the mini skirt
ahead of him.
he ranted
to me
the evils
of Lord of the Rings
Harry Potter
and before that
in a galaxy
far, far away
Star Wars
-
I agreed with him,
the evils,
but for a different reason
-
see, I'm not into science fiction
or that kind of fantasy
but I like a good argument
so I told him
not to be jealous of
the faith heathens display
-
I've read up on things
in fact
for ten years
Jesus
taught me
how to be
real good at cunnilingus
while my dick shrivelled up
waiting to get
"equally yoked"
-
"I'll pray for you,"
he said
as he turned
to the cute lady
in the mini skirt
"have you accepted Jesus?"
-
she was sitting in such a way
that made me interrupt..:
Wait!!
his fish turned back
and he looked me in the eye
"I think I finally have"
I said while looking at her lace panties.
he was sure his prayer worked
and we were both happy