Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Foolishness of Preaching (without a sermon)

There beneath the vastness
An expansive knowledge
From the cuff from his fist
Of rage clenched brain
Sucker-punching the meek sky
Rippling vascular neck
Pumping up a highway of blood
With volume on high
From a strong presumptuous heart
A fool screams his Pointed Pointless Points

Over there beside his vastness
There at the distilling of everything
Uninhibited by mortal
Second guesses and comings
The large man drunk with himself
Makes small talk
Loud and unassuming
(Assuming of course
There’s a point to preaching
Without a sermon)