I stumbled across a few poems by Charlie Braxton this morning, on Specter Magazines website. They are from a little over a year ago, but that’s the beauty of art, it is always relevant. Mr Braxton is a poet, journalist, writer and author who has been published in just about every medium you can imagine. He is a brilliant writer.
Jesus on the RTD
Yesterday
While riding the RTD
Jesus Christ appeared to me
Suddenly
Like the physical manifestation
Of my third eye
Apparently he was
Still looking for lost souls
To feed
The secret words of sacred power to
All alone the son of man sat
On a seat next to the
Window side
His bloodshot eyes forever fixed on
The direction of the rising sun
Singing:
“to the east my brother
to the east…”
but few people caught the wisdom
of his holy words
because few people cared
enough to hear
or either they were too scared
to listen
so the savior
having been reject for a third time
stopped off at the next stop
to cast his pearls elsewhere
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