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?