Jesus in the tavern again with Abraxas,
“Fucken hold my hand and see.”
The innkeeper asks them both to leave.
They stumble down Main Road,
two drunk skollies on the jorl.
Mohammed on the corner
is begging for small change.
‘Braxie and Jesus get stuck in,
give him a beating, steal his fez.
Run off into the night, cheering.
Moses stops his Merc,
asks the two of them if they’d like to buy a light.
Abraxas pulls out his Glock, says,
“Give me the car keys.”
Jesus behind the steering wheel,
doing twice the legal speed of light.
Traffic cop stops them,
asks to see a driver’s license.
Jesus shows his stigmata,
‘Braxie searches through the dashboard
cupboard but there’s only a crown of thorns.
Traffic cop wants to see proof of identity,
threatens to pull the both of them in
for impersonating a prophet.
Then from inside the bonnet,
a muffled thumping.
Traffic cop grabs the keys from Jesus,
opens the bonnet. Ohmigod.
It’s Baudrillard,
screaming about the floating signifier
and didn’t any of them know
the author was dead.
And buried.
Some people still believe in good and bad
Right and wrong
Inside and out
You and me we’ve left that all behind
I watched you crying, the morning of your confession
Felt the blood drain from my face
While you described how you let him tie you up
And beat you with your Gucci belt
The one I gave you for your birthday
I phoned for the hearse and then
We rolled together down the boulevard
Throwing roses at the onlookers cheering
They cheered when we got together
They cheered when we broke apart
Some folks sure like cheering
Kaganof was born again in 2001. He used to drive a Toyota Corolla but that got stolen. He shoots Glock. He has three books available from Pine Slopes Publications.