Poem: Primal – by Jim Aldrich |


April 22 by The Running Son


If I ever met Jesus I’d body-check Him.
If I saw the Apostle Paul
I’d map every detail; the oiled hair,
both of his eyes, and what he’s seen.
If his windows are clear, or still being cleaned,
if he’d trade out his queen for a king.
I mean, I don’t know these things.

If I saw Mary Magdalene, I’d breathe
and maintain, and promise to never use her.
Cut me loose? I’d Ebenezer Scrooge her, or worse:
hop on some pop topic, join in—a raging engine,
hit the fast-track, lob a ton of rocks,
do it non-stop trying to top
the Marquis De Sade
plus his whole goddamn squad.

If I saw God I’d applaud.
You create us, then we complain? Nice job!
But of course you’ve got my nod,
you called my name, you count my hair,
you share my blood, but if you’ll recall
I’m also Earth’s son and newly in love;
a mystic with a staff, a star and a path,
running home, my heart intact,
into the distant

by Jim Aldrich




The Running Father Blog


6 thoughts on “Poem: Primal – by Jim Aldrich |

  1. claudia says:

    it would be way cool to meet paul and talk to him a bit about his travels…and i’m always amazed that he cares so much about us that each detail is important..

    • Paul was temperamental though so precautions are needed. If we were travelers I would let him have time to himself evenings, to cool down. If he wanted the mutton first, he could have it. The most dangerous place in the world is standing between Paul and his Pauline trajectory.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Very well done I’m gonna have to reread that a few times,lol

  3. Best opening line. ever.
    Welcome back. Lovely inspired poetry.

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