christ up in my face
christ on my back
christ at every shattered window about me
christ at each exit surrounding me
christ at the beginning of every bad dram
christ at the crossroads of my interrupted sleep
get up and walk
your words flash neon before my eyes
your words riddle my brain
your words scream like the street
your words with mine inked on the contract
vowed for life
christ in every red sorrow that falls on south street
christ in every fear realized in flight, in every tresspass
banging fist, ringing phone, sound of need, each
exasperated why
