Ode to Autumn

Red and orange fire have set the trees ablaze.
Persian-carpet-like the lawn is laid
far behind the warm summer days
The path to winter as years gone by is paved
Feather-like golden hues the leaves do flutter
Alas, some time next week I must rake those muthas

Why I'm a Christian

A Hindu relative, let's call him Bob, 'cause his real name is a tongue twister, asked me why I'm a Christian. So, I told him, "I'm not. I'm a George, 'cause my parents named me that just like my friend, who is named Christian, is a Christian 'cause his parent's named him that, but we call him Chris. fused for  second then turned real annoyed like and sarcastically said, "NO. Why are you of the Christian faith, you idiot?"  "Well smart ass" I responded "'Cause unlike other saviors, Jesus has a sense of humor, man. When he comes back, I'm so gonna ask him to help me play a joke on my friend Christine, ('cause that's what her parents named her, OK). And he's so gonna do it. I'm gonna ask Jesus to appear to her right away and tell her, 'Ya know, Mary, Joseph and I hate you. We never really liked you!' and then just disappear. Then he's gonna head on down to the sewerage and water board and turn all the tap water into wine. And we're all gonna hit the tap with Jesus and laugh and I mean all of us at once 'cause he's Jesus and can be everywhere at once like Santa Claus. And Jesus will down a glass and say, 'Oh man you should have seen the look on Christine's face'. Then the next morning Jesus is gonna visit Christine really early and say "JC, JK!' And Christine will look all confused and frightened by him appearing like that in her shower and just stammer a bit. And Jesus will repeat it then add, 'JC, Jesus Christ,  JK, just kidding' and they'll both laugh real hard until Christine's eye starts twitching and then she starts crying and he'll get all uncomfortable and leave. Then we'll all wake up later with wine headaches except Jesus 'cause he's like Jesus and still in total party mode. And we'll all say 'please Jesus enough with the singing already man'. Then we'll all think, 'WOW. It's so great there's a toilet next to the shower when we turn it on and more red wine come out and we can smell it'. That, Bob, is Why I'm a Christian. Can your god do THAT!?" To which he just nodded to say NO and walked quickly away glancing at me over his shoulder like I might follow him or something.

Evangelists Hate Naked People

I bought this old house when i was a young man, 'cause it was old and included in the charm was big etched glass front door. I hung lace curtains from it the day i moved in. It was to me the highlight of the house that let in a stream of light every morning and cast delicate lacy patterns on the dark oak floors. Unfortunately every damned Sunday these elderly black folks would come to my big glass front door and attempt to save me through their Baptist church. I'm jut sitting there, in full view through those beautiful glass door mind you, minding my own business not particularly thinking about much less wanting saving. They always seemed to catch me off guard. I'm just lounging about on the sofas and bamm! They're peering at me through the door. I want to be rude, but they're like 108 years old and just so nice. So I'm polite and after a botu twenty minutes of "yeah praise him" and "see ya at church and stuff" eventually tear away and get back to my minding my own business on the couch routine. But they never see me at church and they keep coming back and I can't be rude and they smell blood and keep coming back and one day I see 'em coming up the block and like snap man. I send my toddler off to her room, remove all my clothes and stand with arms crossed in front of that big glass door, smiling baby. The lacy curtains made a curious pattern on my skin. I felt a bit chilled but the sun was strangely warm. I considered doing this more often. The elderly Christians approached. I inhaled to enhance my badly needing enhancement chest and waited. They reached the walk,close to hear them talking about what a nice man I was and needed their help, when one of the ladies, there was one elderly man and two elderly women, stopped cold halfway up my walkway. She instinctively reached out to stop her companions to either side. Her face signaled alarm, her eyes wide and fixed on me or parts of me. Her mouthed was gaped as wide as her eyes. He alarmed companions asked what was wrong and motioned to my door indicating they had work to do here to which she just insisted they had to leave. They attempted to stop her as she forcibly repelled them and made her way down the sidewalk as fast as she could, her companions struggling to keep up. I never saw them again. Which got me thinking that they must hate naked people. I'd think someone standing naked at the front door must need something, like I dunno, saving from himself or whatever. I mean the cops would have made some attempt at saving me. What the hell man. Perhaps I should have removed item with each visit. I figure I could be completely naked by their, lets see, shirt, pants, underwear, socks, fourth visit. You see, I don't want to go to hell. I'm naked and want to be saved. I want to go to heaven naked. It's the way I came in damned it. I don't think they should treat me like that. Man I'm so glad I'm Catholic. Of course they go door to door, but I bet they know I'm naked at home and don't really care. They're possibly naked but not doing anything 'cause sex is just too naughty unless you're making a baby like ya spose to and not enjoying it or at least feeling guilty bout it later. I'll bet there are lots of naked Hindus and Methodists out there and maybe some Muslims. And some might be standing in front of glass doors. I think we should have "Let's All Stand Naked in front of Our Glass Door Day". If ya don't have a glass door, you can just open it and stand just inside. We could ring bells and shout, "I'm naked and going to heaven, man!"

My Powers

I was siting in a local Barnes & Noble bookstore cafe about to write some really profound stuff that I'm quite certain would have change the face of humanity for the better for at least the next 10,000 years when a middle aged man wearing a knit cap leaned over the railing I was seated next to and asked, "They let you use power here?"

I responded that my powers were such that I needed no consent and could conjure them at will but only for the betterment of mankind.

The man just stared at me for a minute then whispered, "I need to plug in my laptop. Do they allow that here?"

I nodded yes as he walked away, his eyes never leaving mine, and towards the power outlet. I'm assuming he sensed my immense powers and couldn't turn away. But, to mankind's detriment and the eternal shame of the man in the knit cap, I forgot what I was about to write.

I then noticed that there had been a shift change at the service counter while I spoke to the gentleman in the knit cap and the new guy, wearing the kind of beard only worn by a geologist or a man fully attuned to the forces of nature and by those who vigilantly recycle was staring at me. I sensed that he sensed my immense powers and made his way over to me.  I smiled, anticipating his reaction.

"You can't put your feet up on the tables dude", was all he said.

He was right, of course. I, like others of my kind, must take special care not to arouse too much attention. I winked, like members of a secret organization  offering a secret handshake, signifying our special connection and politely removed from feet from the table.