The Thick of It

Jesus fell asleep at 7.06 on the subway
Travelling home, not so far away

The railroadmen started drinking up
All the passengers like wine
Sophisticated witches took the cup
Weeping everywhere but confined
Through the corridors of third class hotel
Adolf Hitler filled with a bitter pill
Cast his democratic spell
Heralding the false prophet
Recently released from prison
¨What´s this talk bout global warming¨ he said
¨It´s freezing¨, then somehow lost his head

Inspectors with just one hand in their pants
Accepting only the Davinci Code
Returned everything which was owed
But there was no one in the shadows
The seating arrangement was confused
The starving artist lost his license to review
Gazing out the window to regain his solitude
Swore he saw Jack the Ripper vomit in the sewer
On the waterfront beside a streetcar named desire
And Joan of Arc drowning at the edge of a lake of fire

The train followed the river as it got to the sea
Judas Priest betrayed by his gravity
Surrounded by Vandals dressed in weeds
Understanding his only need
While a Pope carried Issac Newton on his knee
Nietchze declared ¨This is not my imagination¨
Fighting with the driver who still swears they’re second cousins
Escorting school children on their way to Calvary
The oblivious mathematician drew circles on the wall
Looking for a light, he changed his name to Saul

The forsaken woman took shelter from the rain
Sweating poison filling up her unrequited name
The pedantic referee got pulled up on the highway
Shooting down the roving gambler
Who mistook the Queen of Spades for the light of day
But neither of them gave anything away
Dancing with wolves up and down the aisle
Whistles echoing through the silence of the green mile
Just for a second there was the promise of a smile

The well travelled businessman lying where he began
On what was to be his final trip
Pleaded with the guards, he could hear a constant drip
The thin man folded his hands, he still doesn´t understand
His fingers finally dropped, he was better off in Van Deimens land
Watching hateful birds plundering profits of purple
And autographs of the man on the moon
While seafarers stood far off
Painting themselves tight into corners
Hearing the voices of a bride and groom

Changes in the weather and incidents recalled
Photographs passed around of the writing on the wall
The conductor weary from the courthouse
Selling thorns without the rose
And suicide commanders cut down all the hose
While the prodigal son commissioned just to spend
Unaware he got on at the beginning and the end
The virgin mother’s cries heard between the cars
Fools rushed in where angels used to tread
No need to apologize, no one had just died
No sign of scars, the joker said ¨the back wheels need to be aligned¨

Jesus woke up, the train stopped suddenly
No one else got up, he got off silently
Flashed the driver his passport and his ticket
Smiling at fading signs at the gate
Saying old age is coming soon
Knowing death was already out of room
A dog snarled, he disappeared into the thick of it

The Thick of It

hudson

Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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