On the day that Mozart

hit a false note, we�
jumped out of our horns, was�

skinnydipping�
in Mayberry�
when they pronounced�
Aunt Bea dead�

so young�
I thought �
God�
a saxophone�

rolled up�
in his horn�
and waited�

for �
Marlena�
to �
breathe�
again�

found Jesus�
walking on the water�

with the cock of Marvin Gaye,�
the throat of Sam Cooke,�
the pelvis of etc.�
in his hands�

in his hands�

Said Jesus,�
Where you going?�

He said far away �
from here�

But what about all these fish?�

Believe what you want�
Just give 'em something to eat�

On the day God�
became Santa Claus, we�

knew Daddy�
would not be back



�2005 by Ray Sweatman

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