Cocktails with Jesus

Picture yourself out gone faith has started to haunt A life inhabited by God creatures and death visitors Make a friend out of your lover and let Gravity ruin all your plans Make no mistake just look at the evolving world Meet some and make them friendly friends Out of space weakness is a basic test Leave a note and write a script no one can understand Bring home artifacts that scare us looking at the sky wishing you were back You have gone for Cocktails with Jesus... Don´t piss him off Do not tell me the way it ends Do not tell me how things really taste Did you cheat your way in Or did you fall in love with God and told him "Bring me home" One way tickets are sold at a decent price But I can´t afford to waste, to become one of an alien raceI occasionally get an email or a phone call from friends of mine in which they explain that they want to plead suicide, this is a poem dedicated to them Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 10:22 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13