Gaza, or Bones, or Just like Wesley Willis, they threw me out of church

They threw me out of church

They threw me out of church

For the second time, I told the preacher

to fuck off

I told Reverend Henry E. Miller

to suck a camel's dick

—Wesley Willis

You blind guides, who strain out a gnat

and swallow a camel

        —Matthew 23:24

All you ever hear

is my uncouth

method of expression.

Why doesn’t God

get off His ass

and finally save

the starving children

in that Holy Land of His? 

Your focus

is the ass of God,

which implies

He may be prone

to bodily functions,

need some Cottonelle,

all-too-human

like the rest of us,

and on my supposed

blasphemy,

while giving omniscience,

omnipotence, all-loving

a fucking pass,

forgetting about

the boy of Palestine,

whose ribs are ready to burst 

on through his skin, who counts

them back and forth

to 24, most sacred

of His numbers, the sum

of 12 + 12:

Apostles &

the Days of Christmas;

the Tribes of Israel,

Gates of New

Jerusalem;

and then there’s

mother Eve,

somehow fashioned

from a bone in

her husband’s chest—

ironically superfluous,

and didn’t my mom

ever clean my mouth with

laundry soap?

Lathering up

my sacrilegious tongue?

Despite her full-time jobs

there wasn’t cash—

the dripping, bathroom

faucet

unable to work His

magic in the night.

Andreas Gripp

May 5, 2025

Wesley Willis