The Middle Place
There's much trouble,
rumors of insanity plaque the planet.
Jesus has been showing up
in the shape of passing clouds.
False prophets
are jockeying for better positions,
upon a Hollywood red carpet.
Good is urgent but as late as always.
The turtle lost the rabbit race.
Kindness flowers unseen
in whisky-laced ice cubes.
Is this the end or the beginning,
or are we in the middle of both
hell and heaven looking for neverland,
an interim place
where the devil is some punk
looking to pilfer salvation
from an abandoned church?
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