Another spiritualist with an 800 number.

A piece of his spit hit my eye 
as he said "You have to squint. 
The difference is subtle 
but I've got a tropical tan on my 
astral body. Been bathing in light." 

And though I'd heard the tongue of god 
was quiet 
he spoke in a booming voice 
about how enlightened he was; 
been blessed by grace and all that.

He was looking for someone 
to turn water into wine
and if they couldn't
then they mustn't be divine. 

He found no one who could
so he spent the day mostly 
casting stones at sinners. 

He claimed to be a lightning rod 
that conducts messages from above. 

He declared,  "With galvanized steel 
and purified grit 
it takes six earths and a sun 
to make a new heaven." 

Now at this point 
I'm a bit concerned 
by all there is 
to unlearn. 

"Whatever," I respond
"try plugging your pointing finger 
in the power outlet slit 
'cause I don't know; 

...I guess I'm unenlightened."                                         © 1999 by David Bozzi