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.