Roadside Gospel (Maranatha)
Dreaming things wings clipped long past
Sings like the asphalt boiled by summer
Legs concrete crawling heavy they
Say: TRUST JESUS, in the fast-pass rush
Scrawled out in urgent hand
(Urgency! Urgency! Awake!)
Drive-by gospeling grabbing
Hitch-hike pick me up on the margin
Of the thinning-out universe
Bruised heavy trucks pounding
Fumes choke, try to fill my lungs
And I see the Second Coming looming
And spreading out from under the overpass
The words the silent unstone says
Breathing into the dressed out dead
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