Happiness is a writer writing,
a musician playing,
a songbird singing.
Melancholy is simply
the lack of something better to do.
Rollin’ with Jesus ‘til the wheels fall off—
I said rollin’ with Jesus ‘til the wheels fall off!
Though other orangesuits may laugh & scoff,
I’m rollin’ with Jesus ‘til the wheels fall off.
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus.
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!
Lord deliver me from these iron gates,
these concrete walls, this den of hate.
Lord lift my soul before it’s too late;
please release me from these iron gates.
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus.
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!
Lord bless my life & bust these doors,
yes, pick my soul up off the floor—
Please let me go to sin no more!
Lord bless my life and bust these doors.
I’m rollin’ with Jesus ‘til the wheels fall off—
I said rollin’ with Jesus ‘til the wheels fall off!
You know, Ani called it—I’m not so soft, but
I’m rollin’ with Jesus ‘til the wheels fall off.
The other day I encountered an article
(or maybe it was an advertisement)
detailing a new option for cremation:
(a veritable technological innovation)
the carbon remnants of your beloved deceased
pressed into a diamond shining brightly
as the immortal soul itself.
Which reminded me of the conventional, non-fire method:
hearse, casket, earth, sky,
the tears of those who remain saying silent goodbyes.
Please remind me why do we do this again.
I say flush it all— innovation is pretension
and tradition,
regurgitation.
Please do not shame my memory with empty eulogies
or cosmetic finery, nor confine what’s left of me to a locked coffin cell;
put my body in a bank of rich earth and beneath,
for support, a worn plank— the rest can go straight on to hell!
I will live as I die & die as I’ve lived,
giving strength to those who’d be free:
bury me naked in the shade of a great oak tree
and plant a garden of seeds over me.
Christian resides in Memphis, Tennessee and absolutely loves it there. Did you know that there is more deciduous forest growth within the city limits of Memphis than in any other comparably sized American city? And Christian loves trees... He also loves yoga, reiki, tantric massage, the sweat lodge ceremony on Sundays, Chinese, teenage girls and the films of Woody Allen.