Jesus on the Stairs

On these stairs

which love of hate

Creates whirl-winds of forms and shapes that are strange to me

the heavenly father hangs on his wall

over his bed

watching me


on the stairs

talk shows and comedy's burst past the thin paper walls that divide me from this picture

he lies

my man

below Jesus

and asks me to come in.

Myself on those stairs


and purple from making no noise.


Its not me and my sins that keep me away

or my red dress that creates my body so Un-Lady like.

But its this formula,

this come and go.

These stairs.

And your sister

kneeling before the wooden floor

chanting to Mary

or just anyone who will listen

and myself, still on the top stair

with Jesus,

and hours long.

Go away man!