Lord, I´m bored.

It´s Saturday in the tomb…

same old chores, same dust

to kick up off the bookshelf

that does a lap or two around the room

and settles down again

in time for next weekend.

I´m tired of getting nowhere fast.

I´m willing to slow down so long

as it takes me somewhere

outside this velodrom

where the same two thoughts

pump like mad the same two pedals

that turn the same two wheels

that spinning, spinning circulate

the bicycle at breakneck speed around the off-kilter track.

I need something else to do

between death and resurrection.

Lord, I´m bored.

Seems like some celestial bad mood

has damned me to rolling stones

uphill away from the tomb;

but as soon as I turn to look inside

the bloody rock tumbles back.

Lord, take pity.

Lift Your hand and save.

Damnation doesn´t scare me.

Repetition, repetition, repetition…does.