Just Passing Through

                It's a bit hard
      to tell you this story.
                 Strolling through
              the streets of conformity, lost
       like a fish broken out of school
               Cutting, and Racing Sharks
        I came upon a town,
    church bells, zealots
                 gowned in white and flowing gold ribbons
     men and women singing their praises, in a
                bird like mating call sound
     thrown threw a paper shredding machine at
                   81 miles an hour, broken and flaming
     I cringed.
                       No reason to get excited,
             but my faith
                             is not for the kindest folk
                Im talking falsely now,
                           shaking hands with
                   bug eyed deacons
                              and altar children with broken bowl cut heads
                    like smiling fruit vendors
                                     with fake apples and peaches for sale.
                     I tightened my black leather wristbands
           adjusted my case strap
                           waved adios to the Padre, and
                 Left Ol' Blessed
                                    As if the romans were coming through
                     and I was a christian.
            It's hard to tell you,
       because It still gives me the shivers
          thinking about the Blinding light over the Belltower
      It felt like i was
         being watched