the way of holiness…

the sign on the van said…THE WAY OF HOLINESS…so i followed…

drove behind a prophet…past pimps…prostitutes…procrastenaters…preachers…and pantie sniffers leering into lit windows with silhouettes dancing til daybreak…

kept going… going…day-laborers lined-up to make a buck or two…soup-lines stretching…stretching…dealers dealin’…one more sell…just one more ..junkies waiting for a fix…

cut-cardboard signs telling of family woes…box Springs laying upon gravel back-alleys…rusting…rusting…some take refuge there…

the El above riding into sunlight with sparks flying…voices sounding familiar…PLEASE WATCH YOUR STEP….we seldom do..

men in suits going downtown to sell their souls yet again…keeping America strong…the dollar will always protect…

and the van kept pace…with sinners driving recklessly…dodging in and out of the ways of wickedness…to what…to what…

nothing new…nothing holy at all…just another day of following a hope…following hope…

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