Circus Clowns and Voodoo Selfies

Circus Clowns and Voodoo Selfies

If you are
preparing yourself
to enter
The Mystery,

the Place where
you might discover
the whys and wherefores
beneath the platitudes
that are draped over
the word Love,

the Place where
you might experience
a revelation of the reasons
it is essential that you
honor your preference for
This and Not That,

to mention just
a room or two of
what’s in there,

a word to the wise:

For the Love
of God,
if you’re looking for
a guide,

don’t hire
a TV evangelist, or
a drill instructor, to
help you march
your way in.

Consider hiring
a circus clown or
a five-year-old with
an Invisible Friend.

And, for goodness sake,
when you’re asked for
photo ID,

be sure to show them
that selfie you took
at the voodoo shop
in New Orleans,
not the head shot
they took at
the DMV.

(You can see my two published books of poems, “what would Jeebus do?” and “jesus likes his coffee strong,” and read excerpts from the TWO novels I’m working on, HERE -> https://stevegillard.com/erleichda/)