Somewhere along Havey Road, Jesus washed my feet
And when he gave me absolution
I'll be damned if it wasn't Pete Townshend
Singing "A Quick One" coda
Before my eyes were dry
Christ was gone, on his way to other feet:
The hipster sipping a latte at Starbucks
The pastor jacking off in the sacristy
The banker betting against his clients
That dick who cut me off downtown
And the dude who turned Of Montreal
Into shills for Outback Steakhouse
Somewhere a tumor grows in a bladder undetected
While wire holding an anniverary picture slips its nail
I'm still walking that hill on Havey Road
Decoding images in a gray Lenten sky
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